In Summer’s Sun and Winter’s Winds
The hours shared as one,
Now have dwindled down to none.
The road that we had traveled,
Has gone from paved to gravel.
Every hour knows a moment I reminisce of our days,
But no longer could I stand the danger of your ways.
The fault of parting is of mine alone,
But the memories I keep are of the closest to home.
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