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Lessons Learned Hard
Lessons Learned Hard
by Robert (Bob) Moore
We used to call this weather “brisk”
but now its “bloody cold”
funny how your outlook changes
as your growing old
The cold gets into these old bones
and makes them ache and pain
what I’d give if I could be
back in my youth again
Cold weather did not bother me
I waited for the snow
get out the old toboggan
and to Sunny Brow we’d go
Sledding fast, down the hill
Gore Brook at the bottom
good job the fence was there to stop us
or we’d be long forgotten
Those bangs and bruises years ago
probably started all this pain
but I don’t care, if I was young
I’d do it all again
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