Seasons

Some have clothes for seasons,

I have songs,

I have the same reasons,

despite how long.

 

I wonder if I ever will

grow up with the rest,

or if later seasons still,

I’ll carry the same track-list.

 

Classical songs are for winter,

Spring is for pop.

Fall only has male singers,

and summer is rock.

 

As the weather begins to change,

all my songs listed by name,

I have them all prearranged,

because I’m too scared when things aren’t the same.

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