The sun will soar in the east after dawn and
Call me to rise from my slumber,
January will bring snowfall and
A warm bowl of chili will warm my soul,
Until the cool showers of May tempt me and
I exit my cocoon.
Every month, I will surrender my earnings and
settle my debts,
While the days grow longer, the nights shorter and
I can bask in the summer sun
Until my skin transcends from toffee to cocoa and
I patiently wait for autumn.
One day, my skin will wither and
Fall like the autumn leaves,
While my spirit will endure its youth and
Crave the fineness of years gone by
Until the sun has set on my time here and
That’s okay with me.