Winter to Spring: Seasons and Aging Experiences

“Seasons vs Elderly”

Four score and two days ago;

I salted sidewalks—shoveled snow.

Wintertime is here;

Give me hot cocoa; keep the beer.

It’s too cold; fingers freeze;

Noses turn frozen, lungs wheeze.

When you’re older, it’s colder;

Just proves I’m many years older.

My bones are brittle; they break;

One slip can earn me a get-well cake.

That was one day ago, and what a song.

Sidewalks are clear, and snows, now gone.

For the sun is out nice, and bright.

Squirrels are finding food without a fight.

Springtime is still—many moons away;

I look ahead to a beautiful day.

When birds sing and flowers bloom;

I sweep sidewalks once again with a broom.

Shovels being swapped for gardening tools;

I love springtime, where flowers are jewels.

Only to start the year over when;

The tree leaves start turning again.

As fall arrives in colors so grand;

Get the rakes out. Bring the band.

We’ll rake the leaves so snow can fall;

Then, this colorful season is over for all.

Snow will fall and delicately fly;

With cold air from our God up high.

Then it starts over again, wouldn’t cha know;

Needing to salt sidewalks—shoveled snow.

Wintertime comes back like a raging steer;

Give me a double hot cocoa; you keep the beer!

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