I Grow Old I grow old The seasons flow From Spring To Summer To Fall Winter approaches Days once squandered freely Now are held and savored Morning clouds Tinged pink by Dawn’s First touch of light Promise fresh beginnings © 2004 Eugene R. Mariani
I Grow Old
I grow old The seasons flow
From Spring
To Summer To Fall Winter approaches
Days once squandered freely Now are held and savored
Morning clouds Tinged pink by Dawn’s First touch of light Promise fresh beginnings
© 2004 Eugene R. Mariani
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