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I'm a young man in the spring, Looking forward to anything...everything; Undaunted in the offerings. Nothing's too demanding, What's out of reach is possible: If I lift my arms I can fly, Open my mouth I sing, Close my eyes, I paint; Reach out and envelope What others too soon reject. It's the spring of my year, And summer's coming on. I'm a thirty-something in summer. Disappointments and expectations abound Under a cloud-split sunny sky. I can flap my arms, looking chicken-like, I'm asked not to sing so loud, I close my eyes, one at a time, To read the chart. My arms are getting full, But I have room for more. Autumn comes on my heels. It's a time for preparation. Savings, spendings, give-aways Fill forty years of duty. Taxes, mortgages, tuition, Weddings, christenings, Hellos and goodbyes to the loved. Winter is coming in off the lake. Today coincides with the solstice; The least amount of light, I can feel it now. I close my eyes to nap, I am grounded, well-grounded, I accompany the singers with a uke, And lip sync. I hear every note. I'm skating again at the arena, Sugar Shack is playing.
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
Seasoning
I'm a young man in the spring, Looking forward to anything...everything; Undaunted in the offerings. Nothing's too demanding, What's out of reach is possible: If I lift my arms I can fly, Open my mouth I sing, Close my eyes, I paint; Reach out and envelope What others too soon reject. It's the spring of my year, And summer's coming on. I'm a thirty-something in summer. Disappointments and expectations abound Under a cloud-split sunny sky. I can flap my arms, looking chicken-like, I'm asked not to sing so loud, I close my eyes, one at a time, To read the chart. My arms are getting full, But I have room for more. Autumn comes on my heels. It's a time for preparation. Savings, spendings, give-aways Fill forty years of duty. Taxes, mortgages, tuition, Weddings, christenings, Hellos and goodbyes to the loved. Winter is coming in off the lake. Today coincides with the solstice; The least amount of light, I can feel it now. I close my eyes to nap, I am grounded, well-grounded, I accompany the singers with a uke, And lip sync. I hear every note. I'm skating again at the arena, Sugar Shack is playing.
#spring#summer#autumn#winter#aging
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
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