Every Season Is A Constant Change Poem by Diane Monte

How much time you spend looking in the mirror,
Trying to wear the same size you did in your youthful days,
Keeping your hair from looking gray, creating illusion,
Skin is immune to wrinkles that keeps you gauge your self-worth.

Your body experiences reveal your true age,
But still trying to retrain its beautiful spring blossom,
Perhaps the fact that seasons change,
The problem is, change is always a constant thing.

Every season has its own unique of splendor,
It is a matter of quality of imagination,
And a vigor of emotions with appreciation,
Indeed, season is a substance of change with courage to face on.