Passages

I have other places
and plenty of friends
I have run many races
crossing scattered ends

and no one sees I'm tired
March is waving goodbye
April tends to be inspired
to pass on a quiet cry

which brings the May flowers
that dance to the tune
of the wind, it overpowers
me into the first of June.

Half the year gone
soon it will snow
opened my eyes to the dawn
and it's already time to go.