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