Seasons of Life

The Seasons of Life

When entering the winter of my life
I sought to bargain for more time
For my fields were laying fallow
And the grapes had dried on the vine

The summer of my youth was gone
Yesterday my energy was spent
No more could I treat myself
For Father Time does not relent

The snows of winter were falling
Chilling my soul to the bone
A favor I asked for myself
But the answer was not known

Then I realized the seasons of life
Are precious each in its own
To be enjoyed to the fullest
Before they have flickered and gone

Maybe this is the winter of life
Cold and with snows to the extreme
Then I’ll sled and build ice castles
Make a fire and enjoy ice cream

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