|The Season of Man (standard:poetry, 71 words)|
|Author: eddiesolo||Added: Feb 04 2004||Views/Reads: 1539/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A short poem.|
THE SEASON OF MAN. Birth to twenty is fresh like spring. Pimples blossom like Bluebells, Oh we do laugh and sing. Twenty to forty is warm like a summer. Long days and nights cuddling up with a lover. Forty to sixty the autumn years are here. Grandparents we become and we all shed a tear. Sixty to eighty the winter has arrived. Life is nearly over but boy what a ride! Tweet
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