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I can never be that youth again
That carefree erstwhile being
Life sails upon a one way street
The sights just once we're seeing

And while we dance as Spring appears
Sure Winter takes our breath
No respect or recompense
And signs our card with death

Days gone by when body willed
Our spirits then to soar
Now lost in shattered innocence
As age takes all before.

The greying hair the aching limbs
No shelter from this storm,
It's stark and personal message
Written on our human form.

But walk again in fields of corn
Enjoy all you can be
Upon that carousel of life
It's thoughts will set you free.