Middle

In youth, vacations lent my Summers wings and Christmas gilded wintertime in gold. I've aged (a bit) and love my Falls and Springs for landing in between too hot or cold. In time, I've learned it doesn't pay to be too up or down, too rich or poor, too round or thin. Avoiding each extremity, I balance life by seeking middle ground. I used to have my weight control down pat, then physical exertion simply froze. I'm somewhere south of fit and north of fat; my muscles shrink yet still my middle grows. As seasons come and go, I grow more sage; I know the meaning now of "middle" age.