The Music Still Plays

I was a youth who seldom thought about
the fact that in the midst of life I was
with each breath, getting closer to its end.
I viewed life as a beautiful clear stream
that never would run dry, eternal spring,
and lively music written for the young.

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That same stream flows, but not so deep as then.
I’m thirsty still, but sometimes just a sip
is all it takes to make me smile. My spring
is gone, my summer too; but autumn holds
unique appeal. I’m grateful for each day.
Though sometimes melancholy tries to quell
my joy, the music in my soul still plays.