Life As Seasons
I used to love walking down Polk;
Watching leaves fall to the street.
I feel I've reached the autumn of my life.
Even though my summer has just begun.
Crying for my lifeless winter.
Nostalgic early morning rains from my springtime.
I just wish there were more seasons for all of us to get together before it's all over.
Sorry, friends.
Sorry, everyone.
What a walk it's been.
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