Winter
My the words are so slow in my mind,
it’s the age when winter sets in,
the body not as vigorous as it used to be
But my words flow as if a stream
We can see the past and memories of those we left behind
Yet the words well up give hope to those afraid
And laughter to those who are sad
The words like a nightly news reader
They change but invariably the news is always the same,
some scandal, road trauma or the like, little changes, it just rolls on
We learn nothing from the past or history’s page
Life rolls on and we search for the reasons why we are here, nothing to fear
We never worried before we were here
And now my words have your ear
Let them be sweet, the searcher he searched
And now.. we are all here, nothing to fear
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