Blackberries and conkers
Make me go bonkers
With nostalgia and yearning
To stop the world turning
From the old to the new
There's nothing you can do
With time marching on
Too much of the year gone
To waste on doing stuff
That's boring, not off the cuff
Like seizing the day
Like making hay
Despite the April sleet
Where snow and rain meet
Swallowed by chilly air
Trying not to care
While viewing the sky
And realising why
There can be bliss
With life's sweet kiss