Old poem

Now, in the Autumn of our years

We wait to see what Winter brings

While russet beauty calms our fears

Chill Winter hints of sufferings.

We’ve savoured all the joys of youth

Forged paths through lifetime’s verdant Spring

The love and laughter constant proof

Summer is time for blossoming.

Now Autumn sees us slow – and taste

The harvest of our earlier years,

Determined that we should not waste

The lessons learned from hopes and fears.

But all the wisdom garnered then

Cannot protect from Winter’s cold.

There’s no escape the fate of men

To live the seasons, and grow old.

 

 

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juliecroundblog

I am a retired schoolteacher now writing novels on the Sussex coast where I live with my husband. I record for the Voice of Progress talking newspaper and am the publicity secretary for the Worthing Friendship Centre. I also give talks on my life and works to local groups.

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