I no longer laugh at the same things I once found funny or think the same way I once thought.
                The whole world is different now, it changed just as sly as seasons come.

Summer I was youthful, sought thrill and adventure, was on the prowl for boys, oh the rush!
                  Autumn I changed just as the leaves did, I became calmer, wiser, grew patient, it was a time of experience as I learned how to drive and worked for money.
               Winter I grew comfortable in my steady ways, ways of repetition from all the years that have passed, the era of grandchildren sprung its self upon me in what felt like to closely following the first set.
       When spring came I was harshly weak,my times on earth were much appreciated, up until the beautiful sunny day I died.
                    Summer came and my daughter became me...