Seasons Of Our lives
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Yesterday when I was young
And all my songs were not yet sung
I thought that I would rise to fame
And all the world would know my name
Life would be just what I planned
The universe at my command!
I thought that I had lots of time
After all...I was in my prime
And had many years before youth would fly
And I would have to say goodye.
I found my love and settled down
No more thoughts of world renown
The years passed...our children grew
Then they left, as children do
It seems just yesterday that I was young
Now suddenly, my songs are sung
My spring and summers are behind me now
For Winter has arrived somehow!
The seasons of my life have flown
In my youth I could not have known
How swiftly the years would fly
It’s almost time to say goodbye.
My dreams of youth are unfulfilled
My flights of fancy...forever stilled.
Seasons come and seasons go
But this much I do surely know
Spring is the season to explore your dreams
Before winter’s chill and silent screams
Of “what if only” and “should have done”
Become your mantra at setting sun!
Seize the moments of your youth
Heed the pearls of winter’s truth
Roses thrive when the sun is high
But in winter’s snow they wither and die
The bird of youth only sings in spring
When high in the sky and strong of wing
He knows when icy winds blow cold
His wings are heavy...he’ll be too old
Copyright 2009 Beatrice Boyle
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