By BernardYoung

The Run Up

It’s the run up to winter.
(Too fast, too fast).

How many winters have I seen?
More than 32 I can tell you.

And to Christmas.
(Too fast, too fast).

How many Christmases have I seen?
Christmases galore.

Though I want to see more.
But not this quickly.

I want to slow things down.
I know the score:

if the seasons keep changing like this
(too fast, too fast)

we’re racing towards the Christmas
that is going to be my last.

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