Is there time enough to walk the landscape of the heavy heart
When springtime’s pastures beckon and adventure calls?
Should we run laughing out to greet them in the morning light
Or close the door behind us to an empty hall?
And should not summer’s warmth be full of brighter sun
Not shadowed by regret for what has flown?
Can we not sit and wonder at a butterfly
Instead of longing for the things we might have known?
When autumn riches settle on a fertile land
Must we look back and hanker for the spring?
Can we see nothing in the tree that bears the fruit
Or only dream of what elusive youth could bring?
In winter when the shrouded world is half asleep
Should we see nothing in the dancing firelight
But ghosts of yesterday and might-have-been
Illusions of a past that memory paints bright?
Walk lightly through the seasons as they turn and dance
The past is naught, tomorrow still unseen
And fall in love with life at every passing day,
For what you think you are, you will have been.