I came across one of my poems I wrote when I was a wee lass! Reading it now makes me laugh to think that at that age I thought I was at the stage we call “middle-age!” When we are young, the thirties and forties seem so far away and so old. Now forty is the new thirty. I am so glad my perspective has changed regarding age and what it truly means to live life. Here is my immature mind at work below:
MY FIRST TWO SEASONS
In my Spring everything was fresh and new,
Like budding of May flowers,
So innocent and true.
All were young and carefree,
So easy like climbing a tree.
Laughter, some tears, but not for long.
Quickly forgotten, never meant to be.
Now I’m nearing the end of my Summer.
A Summer so hot like the
hottest day in August.
Coming to a boil; awakening as if it must.
Filled with passion, pain and lust;
The joy of love and the heartache
for the lack there of.
All experienced with few regrets!
And so I approach the beginning
of my Autumn; the changing of leaves.
Hoping that stability I’ll find there.
So I choose to believe.
Written by
Marlene M. Bryan
10/25/87
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