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Seasons of ageing.
Now peacefully sleeping as the afternoon progresses,
Oblivious to anyone’s company and all of life’s stresses,
A familiar face, but when awake not the same person,
Gradual changes taking place, as issues of ageing worsen,
Some days normality appears to return, a chance to relate,
But it can change in an instance, to an unpleasant state.
Whatever happened to those carefree times, where did they go?
One thing’s for sure they’ll never return, that’s something we know.
The seasons of life begins, akin to Spring, when sap and hope rises,
We embrace life’s Summer, without any notion of future surprises,
In the Autumn of life, like falling leaves, there’s no going back,
Then the vagaries of old age, life’s Winter, there’s no changing that………..