The end...or beginning...

They say for every thing there is a season

But it seems to me of late

That for each thing we must name a reason

And for each of those, a date.

As we sprint towards the end of this year

And call it the season of joy,

We look ever forward to beginning next year

With a stash of new-fangled toys.

November we worked ourselves into thanksgiving,

The season of giving and thanks,

Which quickly gives way to consumer living,

And putting a strain on our bank.

Well I say goodbye to seasons having dates!

Why must we limit each other?

Let’s break out of this rut and live better with fate

Becoming generous with our brother,

And maybe just then we will all realize

That living this way is poor

Instead if you want to live full to the prize

Your spirit can open that door.



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