Aging
I hasten to say,
It's been longer than yesterday.
A time of less talk about pains;
A youthful time of haste and gains.
It wasn't right; it wasn't wrong.
For a pleasant season, all must belong
And feel at home with being young.
But all seasons end, and new ones begin.
I no longer dream of travelling.
I'm 'at home' with being at home.
I'm retired with lots of energy.
I'm busy, but no,, I'm not tired.
Some seasons go long, and we often prolong
Because we are sometimes not that strong
Like the wind, change will always come
Like the wind, gusts will break forth
Fear not the change because it's a must
It is like the wind kicking up the dust
And do not fear the gusts which come
And go so quickly and can never bind us
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