When summer turns to fall,
And the leaves start turning brown,
Everyone looks forward
To the temperatures going down.
Fall turns into winter,
And we’re all in a deep freeze.
Everyone complains about the cold,
Each time we sneeze.
Winter turns to spring,
And the snow begins to melt.
It seems we don’t remember,
Last summer, how we felt.
As seasons change, we’re all relieved,
We never do look back.
We’re never really satisfied,
We bitch at what we lack.
By Don Rothra