Second Season

I wonder if these minutes were my last, If I should choose to feast or start to fast. Would I pray or would I curse, Hope for good or something worse? What emotion would I feel? Would I run or would I kneel? Time is winding down, but only for this life. I want to be found enjoying the next life. I see leaves and they are starting to turn brown. But they'll be green and growing when the second season comes around. The strongest will expire just the same, The quick will fall exactly like the lame. I'll do nothing at the most To keep from giving up the ghost, Try to make my shoulders broad, But I am helpless without God.