Seasons of Again

Just as sure as there is a today

I am certain there will be an “again”

Maybe not the same format, or similar people, nor same location

But this returning wave is etched in pen

Maybe tomorrow, or the next season of life, perhaps the intensity is higher this time, it means more this time around, a copy of the previous with drastically different aromas 

It's literally the same set of circumstances, but it just feels different

Like the passing of seasons, or the daily deposits of the morning hen

Be watchful and discerning and not as foolish as the daunting then

Although you conquered and overcame you should be proud to see the top

Like old swords forgotten and put away from battle, oh please do not rot!

Hope and courage are not meant to collect dust on the shelves of your life, but like good tools in your tool box, 

After victory or defeat, they’re to always be ready to cut through the fullness of strife

Whether you desire it or earnestly not, there may be an “again”

Be prepared to make the most, I’m nearly certain, remember we are only just men