At the sight of snow falling.
Days of a younger experience,
hoping for these days to come,
for play was imminent and plenty.
Latter in the life brings memories of,
fustration and anger, due to the sounds,
of a shovel scratching my ears and the driveway.
Some times were dear, while some were rough,
Just the memories of those times will help me live.
1 comment:
good last line
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