Lengthening shadows of September
Carry me back to my days as a youth
We aled, regaled…I remember
And lived happy lie before the sad truth
Someone once said, “Youth is wasted on young”
There once was a day I could have cared less
Now aging, jaded, the toll bell has rung
How many more chimes is anyone’s guess
Yet, autumn’s sweet song it never lasts long
The onset of winter, coming of death
Once rambunctious, a most boisterous throng
We’ve crested the mountain, gasping for breath
Glorious, jubilant, my September
Skies and hair gray, awaiting December
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