Lifes Four Seasons
Life’s Four Seasons
Miracle Man
6/21/2022
Spring time of life was a time to grow,
during teenage years time moved too slow.
Summer time found me nearing twenty-five,
and as busy as a bee swarm in a hive.
Autumn came at fifty and leaves turned gold,
I began harvesting thoughts about growing old.
Winter is now here and days seem extended,
I’m now eighty-three and another season ended.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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