Poem 1:
As is always in one man’s life
There’s four seasons passing by
First is his joyful spring, young and kind
Whispered goodnight by a lullaby
Later comes his summer
Brave and bold he shall be
Lively he stands, enjoying his prime
Little did he know, audaciously
Third comes the fall in autumn
The wiser he gets, the less he knows
He is over the top and on the decline
Exactly then, his persistence grows
Because winter isn’t always the end
Nor is his age always on the rise
The man will enjoy his second spring
Forever in his paradise