25 Winters

25 winters passed by,

I learned that-

Tears and eyeliners;

Happiness and sadness;

Lipstick and lollipops;

Lust and longing;

Dreams and devastation;

Smiles and evil grins;

Mix together very well-

Sometimes they're inseparable, sometimes one floats atop the other,

Like a fine layer of oil on water-

Is living only for the sake of learning lessons?

Maybe yes, maybe no-

I don't know, but I'm growing old to find out

25 winters crossed my path,

Making an odd snowman out of me;

A slap of ice-cold sorrow here, a small mound of happiness there;

A twig of exasperation, a carrot of anguish

Wrapped everything up with a scarf of warm feelings.

But I've been told that for every snowman, there exists frigid winter.

25 winters passed by, more will follow suit, I'm sure-

Summers, autumns and springs are not for me

I survive, dwell, prosper and propagate in the cold.

Winter isn't coming, it is already here, always with me.