I wish for those summers of the past

When playtime just seemed to last and last.

But now the World spins faster and faster

Into one or another major type of disaster.

And as we spin around and around

It feels like the sky is spinning into the ground.

The long green grass where I kissed my first lass

Has turned to brown.

It seems that the Winter has come back down

To frown.

Upon the dew kissed leaves

Oh how my poor heart grieves.

And yearns to turn

Into babbling brooks and bubbling burns

With never no thoughts and no concerns

And wash into the seasons mist

Of summers gone that I have kissed.


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