Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Last Day of April POEM


Can summer be far away
as temperatures climb high?
Soon it will be time to complain
of unbearable heat, while longing
for winter's coolness.

Never satisfied, always wanting
something else different than what is.
Too hot, we want cold. Too cold,
where's the heat? Too boring, where's
the excitement and changes?

Too many changes, where is stability
and quiet, peace when we need it?
Life is a flux, never boring unless
you are...always changing daily,
unless you refuse to comply.

1 comment:

  1. Yes, that pretty well sums up our fickle human nature. Well done.

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