Out from the roaring

It would come to pass.


Seasons would linger

But they wouldn’t last.


As time moves on and years go by

Eventually we all must die.


So I say to you now

While you’re young and brave.


Take every chance

That you’ve been granted.


For the time will come

When you’ll be granite .


-Colonel D. R. Acula

2 Comments on Seasons

  1. Julie Fink // May 24, 2016 at 4:48 pm // Reply

    Very well spoken! Love the cantor!

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