Tom Wright Poet Quatrain

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.

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Kim Rodrigues June 23, 2022 at 10:02 AM My dad is 84. Indeed a Winter season. Hope you are doing well and these years are kind.

Jim Slaughter June 22, 2022 at 10:51 AM A very enjoyable read, Tom. I have a similar one in my repertoire that I'll get around to posting one of these days. Funny, isn't it, how Winter seems to always get here for some of us before we're quite ready for it? My Winter days also seem "extended", but thanks to COVID and much less activity and socializing on my part, they also seem quite similar.