Spring Ending

Summer is waning,
As am I;
With the turning of the colors,
My body no longer complies.

Autumn is here,
I can no longer leave my bed;
Will there be this many visitors,
After I am dead?

Winter approaches,
Nothing but an invalid now;
The priest says have faith,
But I don't know how.

Spring arrives,
Giving the flowers breath;
But mine has been revoked,
As I finally find death.