The many seasons we live create memories,
an archive of sharing and caring
with loved ones, friends and others
we have never met in person,
people all over the world
who read our poetry, stories
and other works we have created.
Season after season we are here
with heart and soul,
sharing words of wisdom, inspiration,
love, and kindness.
Sometimes we have a rant
that must come out afore it ravages
sometimes others may disagree with us
and rant back,
this is okay, for we are human
and have our own opinions,
yet when the dust has cleared
we find we are still good friends
who respect each other.
Be thou attuned to your inner voice,
let not little bumps in the road
deter you from expressing
or striving to understand others
and where they are coming from.
Fear not ageing and nearing the end of life,
for it is but another season on our path,
and we must go forth when this life is over,
death is the last step in this life
and the first step into a new world,
a new life,
know ye then, thy works will live on and on
for generations to come and may even some day
be considered great works of antiquity.
Go forth ye teller of tales and poetic expressions,
with wings on your words and faith in yourself,
to touch the hearts of all who read your works
of creative genius.
These are the many seasons we live,
honor and love each season you pass through,
with love and peace in your heart and soul.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns