A man of many seasons

on a Sunday morning with the sun out and children at play

a man of many seasons, stares into the distance where silence

is the only thing, that will survive in this wilderness before his eyes

as his mind is wandering back into his younger days, of strife, drive

and its ultimate goals of sacrifice on the road he had taken

where meeting obstacles, rising up to its confrontations

were a way of life, taking him further onto his road to the top

where he would leave his mark, at the finish line and he did

eventually he did arrive, his fortune made, his life complete

with a 'Running mate' by his side, he had done it all, everything

he had set out for to do, it was there before his very eyes

now happiness, can be a way of life, your state of mind

or, 'The love of your life' by your side, living the happy life

but keeping it, maintaining your 'status quo' , is another thing

he didn't reckon on, he got bored, was there nothing more to life

than this to strife for, was this what it was to be, no more

excitement to find or feel

his focus gone, things started to fall apart, his 'Running mate '

jumped ship with the kids, it all ran aground, a ship was wrecked and lost

down an' out, he wondered what went wrong, maybe taking it all for granted

was a mistake he hadn't counted on, a mistake he should never have made

but then again, mistakes are a part of the game, a tool for learning' a tool of

staying ahead of the game, 'cause they always will be there, always waiting

to strike on any given day

and he did learn, lying face down onto the ground, he started getting back up

getting back onto this road, he had started out on and strayed from, much older now

he knew , time was working against him and many battles would have to be fought

getting his business back on track, making it profitable, reliable and strong again

giving what he had worked so hard for, a new reason to stay and it did it found

solid ground, he was back on the road again, now life almost never gives 

second changes, this time it did and the man of many seasons, had learned his lesson

of the mistakes he had made

now looking out from his porch on a Sunday morning, with the sun out and the children at play

into the distance, where silence is the only thing that will survive in the wilderness before his eyes

he knows he has learned the hard way, but he will never stray again, even into his old age, he will

always stay ahead and at the top of his game.

(c) JR. 2023