THE SUMMER OF LIFE…   

Childhood is the part of life called summer,

Never could it be and never was it ever a bummer,

Playing all the way through,

Making and friends and discovering everything new,

That is the best time in life, when new things come into view…

Fall is for middle age,

Not yet have we achieved being a sage,

Nor are we old enough to be committed to a cage,

We make our own lives; we just travel from page to page…

Old age seems to be the winter of our lives,

All through our life waiting for this part we did strive,

Work, love, play, death, seen it all we have & we did cry,

Herein we have survived,

Now they revoke our licenses so that we cannot drive…bummer!

                                    © ed – 6/22/04