Sitting by my window
With a cane by my side.
The sun warms my body,
Takes my spirit for a ride.
Swooping through my memories,
Like a gull o'er the sea.
Searching all the seasons
For the place I want to be.
When butterflies flutter by
And summer's all in bloom,
Barefoot boys with balls and bats
Come trooping thru my room.
A swimming hole deep and pure,
The river burbling by,
Squeals and laughter echoing
Bring forth a tender sigh
Delightful days of summertime
Shout away the gloom of age.
They warm my brittle bones,
Release me from my cage.
This life is almost over,
Yet I hurry back with glee,
To run thru all the summertimes
Once more, barefoot, young and free.
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