When we were 7... 8,
We knew how to appreciate
Autumn breeze brushing leaves
Summertime and short sleeves
Sprinklers sprinkling spring lawn
Naptime after big yawn
The simplest things were great
When we were 7….8.
By the time we turned 15
We needed impressive things
More shoes and better clothes
To be the first one always chose
Entertainment that was bought
Things our parents never got
We were greedy little things
By the time we turned 15.
We thought good meant plenty
When we were in our 20’s
The more who saw, who came
The more, or less, we were left same
Always running, engines gunning
Never saw the changes coming
Some lost big before big winnings
When we were in our 20’s.
We were coming into prime
When after 30 came 45
We knew to play the game
Meant we must accept some pain
Some still training, some were ready
To get what was worth getting
We both dared and dreaded life
When after 30 came 45.
More generous while more thrifty
Were the years following 60
We were giddy when not sound
Glad to be still above ground
We knew then how to laugh
At saddest things when looking back
We withstood wet weather, windy
In the years following 60.
The end much like beginning
Depending on how dark the tinting
On memories in mind’s knapsack
After last yawn, before long nap
Of waterfalls in summertime
And youthful rolling hills we climbed
Once more, we appreciate
Springtime fancies and autumn days.
Copyright © Sheila Sprinkle | Year Posted 2010
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