A Seasoned Life
I've sang on springtime's sweetest morning,
enjoyed the whispering of summer's breeze,
danced upon a new day's dawning,
frolicked in the twilight's eve.
I've felt the sun upon my shoulders,
laughed, when raindrops touched my brow,
felt the tide of sea surround me,
slept beneath the oakened bough.
I've felt time, and all its passing,
known life's passion, and known its pain,
realized each season's ending,
suffered losses, and relished gain.
I've felt the warmth of kisses glowing,
saw the light of love within,
shared the dreams of youthful yearning,
yearned for my youth, to live again.
I've felt sadness, in shadow's falling,
cried bitter tears as twilight fell,
felt life's joy, and felt life's anguish,
lived days of heaven, lived days of hell.
I've sang on days of autumn's splendor,
fell beneath winter's frosty spell,
remembered now, with heart a'burning,
those seasons past.....I loved them well.
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