On times I write,
On those good times!
They are great alright,
But there's more than that meets the eye!
Life is good on a cool autumn day,
Sunny and all and colours gay.
For the trees though, it is chilly,
Yet they lose their skin when colours play!
I much prefer, a hot summer day,
A scorching sun and colours pale.
For the trees though, it is a merry day,
With a glint on their face when colours fade!
Good times they come
Loads of smiles they bring and then they go.
Bad times they come when that smile stretches from left ear to right
They take that smile away though but leave you far wise!
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