The Black Blogger’s Spring Is Great Just Remember It’s Never Too Late To Bloom
Last Tuesday was the 64th First Day of Spring of my life. The day that normally has pronounced the beginnings of the renewal of newness in one’s life. The first day of spring is no different than any other so I reflect on the coming days ahead. I guess I needed to create some creative wordplay and to celebrate the beginning of another season of change.
Spring Is Great Has Always Been It’s Never Too Late To Bloom
No matter where you are in life’s elevator
It’s never too late to bloom
You see Spring can make you greater
Even if you are simply a diner’s waiter
It’s never too late to bloom
Forgot about that winter’s gloom
Sweep away all that winter’s doom with a renewed springtime broom
You see in Spring your life begins outside that darkroom
All of nature’s beauty is now your external classroom
You are no longer consumed by simply a bedroom
It’s ever so great to look at life outside that chatroom
It’s been a while since you have truly enjoyed that sunroom
Cherry blossoms outside are peaking
People everywhere are really speaking
Damn I wish that they didn’t stop shrieking
Or was it that they decided to go streaking
Or go to Atlanta to simply do some greek freaking
It’s never too late to bloom
Forget about that winter’s gloom
Time to put all that cold weather gear into that tomb
Take the sunshine out the winter’s backroom
This new season is about to burst out of Mother Nature’s womb
Yes I’ve already been a three-time groom
No need for the smoke to come out of the fireplace’s flume
The music’s so high it’s creating a sonic boom
The spring parties leave little space or elbow room
The motorcycles are simply set to vroom
All the cars engine readying too zoom
Spring is the time all assume
That no one is left lonely in any barrooms
Left Thinking of inheriting their dead grandmother’s heirlooms
So get off the benches
Time for everyone to leave those snowbank trenches
You see the time has come for flying springtime finches
Time to prepare those bodies for some sandy beaches
Blossoms are a blooming
Honeybees aren’t stinging
You see nectars has them clinging
All those cell towers are now pinging
Sisters are hoping wedding bells start ringing
Department stores think hear registers clinging
Children are now back in parks swinging
You see Spring is back in force
Folks everywhere have no choice
If you aren’t happy after winter, now’s the time to get a divorce
Spring is back people are fully springing
I can even hear the faint sound of a summer’s bell quietly ringing
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