before my 'winter years' unwind.
The autumn leaves are turning now
my clock within's not far behind.
The days of summer warm and long
spring; the many winding streams.
Fade the memories with the years,
fade the foolish childhood dreams.
Where the friends of childhood now?
Where the trees we climbed so tall?
Though the heart would love to clamber
lifes experience fears the fall!
There's just a little 'summer' left
I sit and think and I reflect
despite my summers having passed
this 'autumn' I must not neglect.
I am the glass of fine red wine
maturing since I left the vine.
Although the 'winter' soon will be...
I've many seasons left in me!
