Our Lives
In the springtime of our livesAll the buds begin to ope',
The stems reach ever skyward,
While the branches fill with hope.
In the warming sun and rain
Life will ripen as it thrives,
In the gentleness and nurture
Of the springtime of our lives.
In the summer of our lives
All the clouds will part above,
We will bask in the hot sun
Of our newly minted love.
We will celebrate our bodies,
Perhaps more than is wise,
In the soft halcyon breezes
Of the summer of our lives.
In the autumn of our lives
We will feel the first cold frost.
Our deeds will meet fruition.
Our illusions will be lost.
We will feel the sting of fate;
We will know the truth from lies
As we reap what we have sewn
In the autumn of our lives.
In the winter of our lives
We will share the company
Of those we've snubbed or nurtured
On life's tempest harried sea.
As the final curtain closes,
As cold death at last arrives,
The world will judge our value
In the winter of our lives.
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