Seniors and the Seasons

                            

                                     

                                   

                                   THE SEASONS  (For Seniors) 

Some people love Winter. The skiers I know

just can't get enough of the mountains of snow

So...My grandkids go,

To the Alps...of all places,

They're young and they're happy, it shows in their faces

"You saw them?" I'm asked,"You went with them there?"

No, I see them on Facebook, in my favorite chair

by my bright sunny window, (when we're lucky enough,)

Our  New York winter's been so harsh and rough

But my fellow seniors are aging but tough!

We may not go skiing, nor sledding...too bold!

Yet we're out everyday in the wind and the cold

To our meetings and book clubs  and the concerts they hold

And it won't last forever. Spring will be next... 

Not us, we can't spring, (we're just glad we can walk)

But that season is nicer, (some think it's the best.) 

It's followed by summer, our boardwalk is there!

To stroll on, to bike on, or just sit and stare

at the young'uns, the old ones. and the blue blue sea...    

The ocean looks cool, lets go in for a quickie.

Then it' s back in the heat and yuk, it's so sticky

But soon comes that season,which is prettiest of all

We'll call it Autumn...Do not call it Fall

My friends are all 'Falling', We hear it so much!

"She slipped on the ice, her ankle was crushed."

But Autumn is lovely, too soon does it end 

Then the cycle begins all over again.

If you can't take it, you can leave...today

Florida beckons? Four hours away

God Bless ...now go pack!

Fear not, New York will stay open,
if you want to come back.

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