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Seasons Of Our lives

Yesterday when I was young
And all my songs were not yet sung
I thought that I would rise to fame
And all the world would know my name
Life would be just what I planned
The universe at my command!

I thought that I had lots of time
After all...I was in my prime
And had many years before youth would fly
And I would have to say goodye.
I found my love and settled down
No more thoughts of world renown

The years passed...our children grew
Then they left, as children do
It seems just yesterday that I was young
Now suddenly, my songs are sung
My spring and summers are behind me now
For Winter has arrived somehow!

The seasons of my life have flown
In my youth I could not have known
How swiftly the years would fly
It’s almost time to say goodbye.
My dreams of youth are unfulfilled
My flights of fancy...forever stilled.

Seasons come and seasons go
But this much I do surely know
Spring is the season to explore your dreams
Before winter’s chill and silent screams
Of “what if only” and “should have done”
Become your mantra at setting sun!

Seize the moments of your youth
Heed the pearls of winter’s truth
Roses thrive when the sun is high
But in winter’s snow they wither and die
The bird of youth only sings in spring
When high in the sky and strong of wing
He knows when icy winds blow cold
His wings are heavy...he’ll be too old

Copyright 2009 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)


------
Grandma Bea


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The following comments are for "Seasons Of Our Lives"
by Beatrice Boyle

Of "Spring" and..
..a "mantra"..

There is no Draft..no SDS..Today's youth are spoiled and unaware. The Empire's sinking...

Will there be another American Dylan?..another Western revolution?..Probably not.

Beatrice,
Godspeed to you.

Enjoyed experience.

Ciao

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: January 5, 2010 )

Seasons Of Our Lives.
Thanks Bobby...I don't entirely share your view...although a smack on the butt didn't really hurt any of us...and we shaped up pretty quick after that!

I don't know why this was posted as a rant, instead of poetry...must have hit the wrong button again.

I keep saying there are gremlins in my keyboard!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: January 5, 2010 )

seasons
True! Youth looks forward in ignorance and the old look back in wisdom. The youth often don't listen when the older ones talk. I can't do back flips, walk on my hands or surf anymore, but the skills I still have are better and finer tuned. And you my Dear Bea can write poems like this.
Bless you

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: January 7, 2010 )

Beautiful
Often we rush the hours and days. On Thursday we wish the weekend quickly arrives. In November we can't wait till it's Christmas. Waiting for an appointment or a train, we rush the seconds and minutes. For what? Those minutes and hours make up the bulk of our lives. And one day, we realize that we are almost out of time. What saddens me is not the dreams which went unfulfilled, but the life which we never seem to live, always waiting for something else to happen, life slips away unnoticed.
::
Beautiful your song. I hope to hear it put to music soon.
All the best

Wael

( Posted by: waelnawara [Member] On: January 24, 2010 )

Looking for that Bird of Youth!
Thanks Guys...it's a tragedy that we aren't born with the knowledge that we develop over a lifetime.

By the time we "get it"...it's too late to do anything about it! And even if circumstances permit us to consider taking a bold step...we are either infirm...too poor...or taking care of a loved one.

I wonder where that "Bird of Youth" goes to in HIS old age!!!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: January 27, 2010 )

Dangerous Moonlight
How fantastic this poetry is... You are the Warsaw Concerto of today...

Thank you....

( Posted by: JetfireK [Member] On: June 5, 2010 )

Season's of our lives.
Thanks Judy...as a classical music lover I adore the Warsaw Concerto...I play it whenever I don't feel like doing my chores...it lifts me up and gives me energy! So thank you for that.

The older I get...and hopefully that wil last quite a while...the more I realize that I wasted so much of my youth thinking I had a lifetime to catch up. Not so...youth is the time to take the bull by the horns and experiment...you always have tomorrow to put it right.

So heed these pears from Granny's lips and live your dreams NOW...tomorrow may never come!

Bea

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: June 5, 2010 )

Wrong version Lucie!
Lucy, sorry...I sent you the poem version instead of the song. Here it is:

Season's Of Our Lives (lyrics)

Yesterday when I was young
And all my songs were not yet sung
I thought that I would rise to fame
And all the world would know my name
Life would be just what I planned
The universe at my command!
I thought that I had lots of time
After all...I was in my prime
There were many years before youth would fly
And I would have to say goodye.
I found my love and settled down
No more thoughts of world renown

And the years they passed
My stories untold
Now my dreams are gone
For I've grown old

The years passed...our children grew
Then they left, as children do
It seems just yesterday that I was young
Now suddenly, my songs are sung
My spring and summers are behind me now
For Winter has arrived somehow!
The seasons of my life have flown
In my youth I could not have known
How the years would swiftly fly
It’s almost time to say goodbye.
My dreams of youth are unfulfilled
My flights of fancy...forever stilled.

Refrain:
And the years they've passed
With my stories untold
There are no dreams left
For I've grown old

Seasons come and seasons go
But this much I do surely know
Spring is the season to explore your dreams
Before winter’s chill and silent screams
Of “what if only” and “should have done”
Become your mantra at setting sun!
Seize the moments of your youth
Heed the pearls of winter’s truth
Roses thrive when the sun is high
But in winter’s snow they wither and die
The bird of youth only sings in spring
When high in the sky and strong of wing
He knows when icy winds blow cold
His wings are heavy...he’ll be too old

Refrain:

Now the years...they've passed
With my stories untold
There are no dreams left
Now that I've grown old
Before YOUR years have passed
With your stories untold
Explore your dreams
Before you grow old!

Copyright 2009 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: February 11, 2011 )

Thanks, Luce
Now you see why I said it was my favorite!

It's too close to home!

Bea

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: February 11, 2011 )





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