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[title] => Seasons of Life
[time] => 2004-12-09 16:51:58
[hometext] => Each period of life is like a season of the year, from the innocence of Spring to the last reflections of Winter
[bodytext] => Cast your mind back to when it was pure Unsullied by experience, sweetened by ignorance Words were comfort, not blades to stab in your back Everything so black and white, no mixed up shades of grey Innocent eyes, wide and expectant Anything was possible in the first light of spring Boundaries of self yet to be explored Friendship pacts designed to last forever You conquered the world with a sword of broken wood Believed in Father Christmas and seldom told a lie Innocent eyes, enchanting new horizons Everything so magical in the vibrant dance of spring As days pass by with heat comes cold Euphoric highs soon crushed by damning lows Overblown traumas of troubled teenage life Knowing all yet so little, a journey still in bloom Independant eyes, seeing glimpses of the future Not completely stained by disappointments of the past No longer the need to justify, nor always need for truth Responsibility put aside, false promises strewn Like the clothes that litter the sanctuary of our private space Tomorrow is just another day, carefree is the master now Independant eyes, blinkered by dreams Utopia still will be ours, for we believe it so A hazy mist descends, a curtain hides the light Somehow we manage to swallow the pill, like so many of those before We wonder, were the choices made the best that we could make ? Did we walk the path less arduous, did we take the safest route ? Cynical eyes, staring at the world Thinking the grass is greener, there on the other side To want those things we cannot have and do not truly need Sometimes jealousy strangles, all sense of reason lost The dawn holds no suprises, life's mystery undone Stare at the mirror and count the lines, worry gave you a gift Cynical eyes, mistrusting and bitter Bodies broken by the weight of their troubles In our twilight we will mellow, smile at what we are Look back at our journey, make peace with our soul Those things left uncompleted, perhaps not meant to be The calm descends, we give ourselves to uncomplicated ways Accepting eyes, the flames of dwindling fire Maybe winter is the greatest of the seasons of life [comments] => 2 [counter] => 243 [topic] => 21 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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