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Mar 2020
Cold drab and dreary, lost lonely and weary it can become very scary.

Winter, a dreaded season of depression, misplaced aggression and wearing many false expressions.

The beginning years filled with many fears, unreliable peers and unstable careers, you will shed a million tears.

From starting out young, very high strung, often finding yourself in the dung from many a slip of the tongue. But loving to play, building on foundations on clay, it swings, it sways, soon it's all taken away.

Nonetheless it's a learning process, some can only guess, while others think life's a game of chess but even through the strife and through the stress, true success come to those who know their blessed.

Once you discover, life's on good living uncover. You Look, Listen and you'll learn, true life must be earned and you'll get back a beautiful return.

Winter, a dreaded season, the blessed find the rhyme and find the reason. Then spread their wings, do the thing and a lovely song they'll start to sing, stepping out of winter into spring.

Don't stay in winter. DO The Thing.
Written by
Milton Robertson  60/M/St. Louis, Mo.
(60/M/St. Louis, Mo.)   
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