Youth's Vim and Vigor
Bedtime a time of quiet remembering
Surely there is the Whip-poor-will's call
Definitely thrice was the ghost calling
No_only an old woman's dream in fall
Now my life seems to pass uneven
As a winter's night storm first rain _ice
Wrestling against old age soon engraven
Longing for youth's vim and vigor thrice
Somehow there'll be a brand new season
Spring soon will spring_ridding earth of ice
There will be a very great reunion
Where the birds and butterflies entice
To all things good or bad there are seasons
Now flash forward__to forever spring paradise
(Se terminer)
Don't tell me wrong count!..Poetic license
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
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