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SUMMERS AND WINTERS: a sonnet
I’m warmed no longer by the summers lived, I’m worried about winters to be faced. I soar no more now that my wings are clipped, I hope my final walk is not ill paced. The summer of life was really hot, But this winter is truly full of chill. While thoughts of depression I harbor not, For the final snow blizzard I lack will. Lord, warm me when it freezes all around, So my weakened knees don’t fail on the way. Let, in my final days, your grace abound; Guide me towards your feet and there me lay. You made me glide in life through the summer; Please hold my hand as I trudge through winter. • Awarded fourth prize in the contest at SENIOR CENTER FORUM, "SENIOR CENTER FORUM", May-June, 2007 M C Gupta 25 May 2007
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