Seasons come & go naturally

 Viewing now the man

Next to me

Waking up each

Day

Asking Momma

The same question

He just can’t remember

Then I think today

Is gonna be a bad

Day

But old coming back around

To be infantile

Not yet living

But remembering

When somehow

Tears coming on me and him

Like how could this be

Leave it for above

To understand

How we made

As

What truly comes around goes around

As we sit

Next to each other

Him

Wondering around

Forgetting

His sadness felt just a second ago

So we just

Do the next thing needed 

To continue

Seasons do come and go

Naturally

Always to be recognize

It’s here

Let’s figure

Which one is our favorite.