The Times

 

Oh yes, the four sisters

In the family of Time,

One was named Spring,

One was called Summer,

Then there was Fall,

The other was Winter,

I remember one summer

I was wrapped up with Spring,

When in walked Winter

Without even a ring,

I loved the Time ladies

I loved them all,

But it never worked out

Though close with Fall,

I will always remember

Those special times,

When I fell in love

With all of the Times.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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