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TIME IS PRECIOUS,
TIME IS CRUEL..
AND EVERYTHING BETWEEN.
IN YOUTH,
TO RUN..
TO PLAY..
BARKING LAUGHTER JOYOUS.
IN MIDDLE LIFE,
SLOWED DOWN A BIT,
STILL ENJOY THE SNOWFALL.
BUT NOW THE END DRAWS NEAR,
OLD BONES MOVE TO SLOWLY.
CURLED UP ON THE PILLOW BED,
TOO TIRED AND SORE TO MOVE..
STARING..GAZING..OUT THE WINDOW,
WISHING FOR ONES YOUTH.
TO RUN,TO PLAY..
JUST ONCE AGAIN..
ALAS,IT IS NOT MEANT TO BE.
THE SNOWFALL ENDS..
SO TOO THE LIFE..
LAST SNOWFALL EVER SEEN.
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THE LAST SNOWFALL
THE LAST SNOWFALL
