Seasons Change

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Seasons Change

Seasons Change

A heart stops beating, and apathy sets in. Once “what” is lost; can it be found? Does the power of emotion shadow human will, or do the acts of the will direct emotions into actions that we’ve always wanted to happen?

Timeless endings; but the endings are but new beginnings for the courageous; for the fight to keep the end from coming is futile. All things come to an end! How we live the life we are giving is all that matters. Will this life be filled with breathtaking sights and feelings of ah, or perhaps days that turn into months, then years, and yes then that day comes when life is over. The most horrific thing imaginable is a life never lived.
Rocky Mountains of regret, shallow streams of forgiveness, beautiful pretendings that turns into a life of fiction; O, how sad it is to know what one should do and yet know that the possible outcome of another option could quite possible be the actual destination that is for us.

Whatever the destination is for you live the journey on the way there.


Copyright by Frank B. Johnson

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MissPrettyHazel commented on Seasons Change

12-06-2009

I really like your poem it really made me think about my life and life it self and maybe i should look at life different this poem helped me realize that life aint all bad.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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