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The seasons of my life
In the spring of my youth I was fleet of foot
Would run for miles just for the sheer joy of it
Late in spring the love of my life agreed to become my wife
Work and family slow me just a bit in the summer of my life,
Towards the fall of this life the fleetness began to wane
My gait began to slow a bit; this was not so difficult to explain
I had run too fast, ran too far, worked too hard and worked too long
A body that once knew no bounds was no longer young or strong
The winter of my life has arrived as a fierce storm that has left me chilling
My mind says to fight the fight but my body simply is no longer willing
Now the armchair beckons so much more than it ever has before
But now with some effort and my cane I can still hobble out the door
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