Changing Seasons

I miss the youthful days,
Where everything fill me with amaze,
When the snow wasn’t an inconvenience,
But a reason to play and inspire.
When the beaming sun wasn’t a sign to work,
But an excuse to relax and play.
When the leaves weren’t dying,
But they magically changed colors.
When eternal happiness wasn’t impossible,
But obtained every single day,
And the bad days were quickly fixed
By a bandaid and lollipop.
I miss the youthful days,
Where life was full of purpose.

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