Contemplating Winter
I'm sitting here just thinking,
what has become of me.
Fifty years of dust trails,
and lots of trampled leaves.
Scars and stains from side walk cracks,
that decorate my skin.
The worn out heels on all of my shoes,
that I'm still just breaking in.
Fifty pairs of Levis,
that help me take in stride,
the road of life that I've been down,
not along for just the ride.
I'm on the downhill road they say,
It should be easy still,
but there's still one mountain I must climb,
but sometimes I lack the will.
Looking back, I look ahead,
as I embrace my fall.
Winter's closing in on me,
did I really live at all?
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