Transcendental Sonnet #333:
Autumnal Weather

We passed and caught the football in the street

My son Teddy and I pass incomplete
As often as not but good exercise
Which made me realize why football plays
Best on crisp autumn and cold winter days

Teddy and I are about the same size
Although I am ridiculously old
But timeless so my age is never told
My unnatural youth works well for me

When I play in the street I feel as free
As once I did out in that same street when
I was thirteen like Teddy way back then
When the balls were made of pigskin leather

Bittersweet my crisp autumnal weather

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+Steven Curtis Lance

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Steven,

Arent you only 14 Well, I amy be of by a year or so! I still feel like a kid, I think I always wil feel this way too! I am more of a kid inside then an adult. I guess for some of us that is just how we will always be. I celebrate that part inside of me thought!

Love,
Dara