You can't deny it's there,
It's part of what it means to be alive,
From chilling to warm air,
You may think you have been the same person,
From birth to you today,
You have, but for all you have seen and done,
Which is ev'rything of which you are made,
That's why it's a mistake to let time pass,
Without acknowl'dging it,
Everyday can be your own solstice,
Of renewed improvement,
Just like the Earth,
From which we all are born,
Change is the only mark of time's passing,
Between that is what makes you so forlorn.
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