May Mundt a Biography

Chapter Five

Wrinkles will only go where the smiles have been . The Winter Years

When you're just a little child time don't mean much to you the days go by so slow and the years seem so few can't wait until you're grown pack it up and get out on your own

But the winter of your life will come on with no way to slow it you'll wonder where all the time went now the days fly bye before you know it you look in a mirror and see grey hair wrinkles on your face yea, life's unfair but you've lived the seasons with no regrets

yesterday she was just a kid spring and summer flew so fast

while it was happening she was having a blast but summers over winters here now there's just the dreams of all the years.

Copyright 2002 John H. Turner Jr.

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