Each, In Each by Dennis Lange

Spring is a skipping pretty girl
…With flowers in her hair,
Remaking all the meadows’ moods;
…By May, she’s twice as fair. 

Close on her heels, kin – Summer – comes,
…A lad who likes to race.
He’s bursting with great energy,
…And fierce and flushed his face. 

Fall is a lady, elegant –
…Dressed in her finery.
She is a bit aloof: just take
…Or leave her to her spree. 

But Winter is a grumpy man;
…And old and gruff he seems.
Both biting bitterness and gloom
…Can be his aged extremes. 

As each one comes, treat each one well
…And pay their tip or fee.
Not only will you live in them,
…But each one could you be.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

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Young And Old by Charles Kingsley

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Young And Old

When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.

When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down:
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among:
God grant you find one face there
You loved when all was young.

 

 

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