With the peeling back of our cares
Comes the opening up of the sky,
Just as surely, revealing her wares,
The clouds roll slowly by;
For one droll day in the sun
When youth held us in it's lazy hand,
When life was endless and fun
And tomorrow just another strand;
And settled on the daisied grass
A new Spring has found it's way,
And all the others we let slip pass
Merge slowly into today.
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