Spring’s Cruelty

Spring is cruel
In the way
It has to remind me
I am growing old
Every year
She returns
In the form of songbirds,
Blue skies, and youthful hijinks
Runs circles around me
Poking at me
Reminding me I am dying
Decaying more and more
Every year
And all I can do
Is watch her walk away
Forever young
While I fall apart
Weathered by the seasons, the years
Caught in mortality

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