So the Spring has sprung

And our Summer is just gone

Autumn has arrived

Red and yellow trees

So many colors abound

Dead leaves on the ground

Dead leaves on the ground

And dying leaves on the trees

Crispness in the air

My body feels crisp

My own soul feels this crisp air

The end seems so near

Its so very near

The dead of winter is near

The end seems so near

Should I just rejoice?

Rejoice in these great colors

Or  submit to death

Obama was Spring

Then colors just abounded

Hope seemed eternal

Nothing's eternal

Everything will be dead

Even little me

So colors abound

In the midst of such moments

Moments do not last

That's why we all die

If you do not care

Trump can make sense to some folks

All of us folks die

Just give it a few more years

Moments just confuse

Winter is with us

Trump season is upon us 

Winter's forever

But Trump's days are just numbered

Even Trump shall pass.

But all things must pass

Like no good shit through a  goose

Trump shall pass through us

    Like shit through a goose

ha

GOOD LUCK

No good thing or bad thing lasts forever.

This is just an aside to Chauncy. hahahahah

I always hated the Four Seasons.

I mean, the Beach Boys certainly fed on them.

I was just thinking on this pitiable lament and felt I should include this gem: