On Summer's First Day

For almost every word there's another word to rhyme
And so much to write on and so little time
For to write on things we see and hear every day
Since the clock on our lives does keep ticking away
It is true enough rhymes are quite easy to write
And easy to memorize and to recite
On the first day of December and Summer the birds chirp and sing
I hope to be living to see in next Spring
Since so many Seasons i've been privileged to see
And even on the length of life for the young there is no guarantee
Many people dying of different causes years younger than me
Suppose like the words in the old song what will be will be
The sun it is shining in clouds blue and gray
In quite pleasant weather on Summer's first day.