Human Introspection
Seasons come and go
With echoes of joy and sorrow
Reverberating through the winds.
Time is always constant
Whether felt slow or fast
Still the rate is the same.
Tears are shed for fallen lives
Tears are shed for joyous celebrations
Tears are shed for those suffering.
Children sleep with aspiring dreams
The wicked sleep with hated goals
Some sleep a never ending rest.
All around hopes rise and soar
Some are pure and innocent
Others with the most malicious intent.
Seasons come and go
Times of past, present, and future
The human introspection.
This poem was written by Adrian Whelan on Aug 23, 2007.
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