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Created on: November 20, 2008
It's the autumn of my life
the warmth of summer has faded
There's a chill in the air
Cold, damp, overcast days
Replace sunny, bright days
Life once seemed endless
Storm clouds were far away
Now autumn has settled in
I see and feel the years in my body
The wrinkles and aching joints
What could be is no more
The hands of time pass over
A colorful past paints the landscape
Vivid memories of spring and summer
Youth and dreams fall like leaves
The chilly air stings with each breath
My body tries to fight it
I know it's a matter of time
The leaves continue to fall
As my life passes into winter
I know I will stand barren like a tree
Before my God and my Creator
I pray I will be worthy
To be blanketed in a covering
Of pure, white snow
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