Coming of Age A Poem by James McDonald









Coming of Age

 - A Poem by James McDonald

Our lives are like the season change 

To each, in time, it all shall pass 

Roaming free upon the open range 

Subject to whims like the blades of grass

 

In Spring is where we start our life 

Arising new to the breaking dawn 

In mother's arms we're free from strife 

A bliss filled time hearing angel's songs 


There's much to learn in this infant state 

To walk, to talk, to sing about 

With help from others we learn our fate 

We learn not to fight or ever shout 


We gather friends and meet our foes 

We're taught the kind and caring ways 

We never think of far off snows 

We spend our time in an immortal haze 


Then Summer comes with its longer light 

And work begins for our fragile hands 

We learn our industry through the night 

We travel off to foreign lands 


And then there comes feelings anew 

A Passion never felt before 

We meet a love and say I do 

And what once was two is now so much more 


It is a time of growth for us to use 

To push this world to a better place 

Working late we pay our dues 

Wholly aware of this mortal race 


But before too long a leaf floats by 

The fall has come to fill our time 

The colors change in the trees and sky 

We question if we've left our prime 


Now kids of kids have come to us 

It seems we are the wisest ones 

We pass to them a growing trust 

And teach them of the setting suns 


It is in this time that we come to know 

What our words and deeds have done before 

It is in this time that we meet the snow 

That we understand life's two way door 


And finally Winter's bony hand 

Has come to rest upon our head 

No longer counting time with sand 

We understand what's born, is dead 


We continue on to do our best 

Greeting unknown fears with a smiling face 

Each passing day brings a physical test 

When walking feels like we're in a race 


And soon enough we pass on through 

A door we entered long ago 

We began not knowing what to do 

And now, with others, lay in a row 


So do not fear the coming winter time 

That's not what this is all about 

Rejoice in life and all sublime 

And face your fears without a doubt