It's fun to be young
Not a care in the air
and I could run anywhere.
Oh, the summer years of hot passion,
Long kisses
and daisy petals wishes.
Then the Fall in life so brilliant to take in and embrace
yet noticing the elasticity was changing in my face.
When winter came I was prepared for the contentment it brought.
And, I am thankful that through life there has been more good than not.
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