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Winter Comes

Shadows still, as Fall laments Winter claims its prize It happens slow, in increments Death is in Fall's eyes The things of nature begin to age It happens every year It's time for life to turn the page And slowly disappear Winter demands a final reward Seeking to steal Fall's breath Death will come, it's never ignored This is the way of death Memories last as long as they can Of the things that used to be Winter is Death and Fall is Man And it comes for you and me Winter takes the things we've done And leaves behind the crumbs No place to hide, no where to run For Winter always comes

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/31/2016 6:09:00 PM
Whether we are born in winter or not it comes every year. It is healthy to have 4 seasons. Winter gets rid of all the germs. So we are healthier. Anyway I enjoyed your poem.
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Date: 2/6/2013 3:04:00 PM
Sad but true! Come-on Spring! Ralph
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Date: 1/28/2013 9:34:00 AM
Most profound Larry. Inevitable indeed. Good verse.
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