It's Summer: the weary commuter trudges along; dreaming of his vacation, he is humming a song. His only wish is to arrive at his destination; due to the heat, the train will skip his station.It's Autumn: the commuter is still riding the train; forgot his umbrella, he'll get stuck in the rain. He gets off the train, takes a long look and walks far; to his dismay, he recalls today his wife is driving the car. Soaking wet, he will curse the weather and patiently wait; for his loving wife, who will more than likely be late. These are the terrible perils, just to name a few; for our friend the commuter, they're really not new.It's winter: the brave commuter is on his way to the store; thick blanket of snow on the ground, he finds a closed door. Wearily he starts back home, looking forward to eat; joyful of his assignment and work already complete. Hoping to rest his weary body, he arrives at his land; seeing his beautiful wife, with a snow shovel in hand. Shovel the walk dear, than gather and take out the trash; while I heat up last week's, burned, corned beef hash.It's Spring: the commuter is doing his routine, daily chores; by contrast, the many birds, through the air they freely soar When will this mundane life end? No one cares or knows; our hero will soon retire, and maybe in five years he'll go.Peter R.
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