Seasons of Pain

The sun is out here

No one thanks it more

Than my poor muscles

That are forever sore.

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I trot around, not walk

I don’t whine much, but really talk

Too much heat, I feel my heart race,

I don’t care, there is a smile on my face.

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I do this, I do that

Tick off my long overdue list

A twinge here, I ignore that

I don’t want this small window missed.

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I forget about my pain

For there is too much joy

I forget my parade will see rain

And not let me enjoy.

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Pace yourself

I tell myself

Too much in the summer

And your winter will be a goner.

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Winter’s pain, do remember

In every summer

Summer’s joy, do treasure

In every winter.