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The winters come and
winters go,
And some have rain and some have snow,
But there is something you should know,
Some things remain the same.
At times
they're wet, at times they're dry,
It's quite enough to make you cry,
But there's one thing you can't deny,
Some things remain the same.
Some days are warm
and some are cold,
To venture out you must be bold,
But some things never do get old,
Some things remain the same.
The things that stay
are winter days,
Where, as a kid, I used to play,
And speed down hills upon a sleigh,
Those things remain the same.
The fireplace where
I would dry,
And warm my toes and feet and thighs,
And maybe have some apple pie,
Those things remain the same.
When Mom would tuck
me into bed,
Where dreams would often fill my head,
Of toes and pies and speeding sled,
Those things remain the same.
Now, through my kids,
I live those years,
When life was simple, free from fears,
When silly hurts brought easy tears,
Those things remain the same.
Now even as
I'm growing old,
And watch my children's lives unfold,
I pray their children will be told,
Some things remain the same.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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