He walks by the streets so old,
When days are fruitless and nights are cold.
A little drink he pours to soothe his insides,
As he stands under the winter's sombre skies.
He walks by the new city's colourful streets,
As he sees many like him and many who
He once wanted to be,
The spring comes close, the vibrant
colours intensify,
As he stands under the spring's sombre skies .
He walks by unknown the streets, with faces unseen,
As sweat of endurance drips down his face,
To feed his wife, his daughter, a small piece of bread.
He fears if his promises to them would ever turn into lies,
As he stands under the summer's sombre skies.
He walks as he hold his daughter's hand,
As the golden leaves of October smiles
along them,
He embraces this moment with no other anticipation or greed,
For moments as such is all he needs.
For once he need not put up and guise,
As he stands under the autumn's sombre skies.
He walks again but the streets so old,
Where days are fruitless, nights are cold.
He witnessed life changing in all seasons,
Some he found, some he lost.
Holding his daughter close, he reminisces His wife's starlit eyes, that once lit him up
In hope, in despair, in darkest of times.
He witnessed life changing in seasons, in times.
Some he found, some he had to say goodbye.
With each goodbye , he reminisces those eyes are gone now.
As with memories and incompleteness promises, he painfully cries,
He stands under the winter's sombre skies.
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