We often experience
A multitude of seasons
And nobody really knows
All of those reasons
But we carry on
Like we always do
Even when the answers
Are nearly none to few
And we never stop to question
What those seasons mean
Yet there must be hidden answers
In everything we’ve seen
Scattered between the pages
Of our monotonous lives
There have got to be reasons
For why we’ve somehow survived
And even if those answers
Are never actually found
We should all be happy
We’ve been allowed to stick around
So many people in this world
Never have that gifted chance
I guess it all depends
On our individual circumstance
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Along the weathered, winding trail
Yes a weathered winding trail!
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mmmm this is another master piece Michelle, deep in thoughts…
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Thank you, Shekri. I had a difficult time writing this one. I think it’s been in my partially finished poem pile for a very long time now. Thought I should finally finish it.. Lol….
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Will 🙂
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Deep and thought provoking! 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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