How to be happy!, poetry

I Am Autumn (or On the Magic of Middle-age) a poem

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I Am Autumn

The seasons change
As the clock turns a life
No longer the fresh, spring virgin
Wide-eyed and stretching to bloom
I need her no more
She gave me memories
Of potential and daydreams
Of innocence and purity

She stepped into summer
Of hot passions
And smoldering ambitions
Of turbulent storms
And too much life
She gave me memories
Of strength and courage

Today, I am Autumn
The sky is blue clear
The air is crisp
With a sense of knowing
Of resting
New memories are born
In wisdom and power
I am splendid
In my changing colors.

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