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Click hereThis poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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Of all the Seasons of our lives, Winter holds the most possibility for loss and heartbreak. When you are in the winter of your life ~ you discover ~ old age is not for sissies. Every one needs to stock a root cellar in old age. The first necessary staple ~ courage.
Don't listen to that last person who commented. Your poem makes it clear that you're talking about the winter of one's life (i.e. when a person is at the end of his lifetime), and not about the earth's seasons.
I like this poem, even though it's a bit sad. It's a small and tidy package, written as concisely as it is.