Plates and coffee cups in hand
people listening to a band - quite a caberet!
with couples sat around the square at cafe tables take the air - a beautiful cliche!
but cliched days aren't meant to last
the hands of time spin so fast
...soon our souls will drift away!
'pretty young things' we used to be
adolescent and care free - so much to learn!
Summers harvest is swept away
so soon lifes 'autumn' comes to play -
we spurn
we spurn all thoughts that summer's gone
as autumns 'change' bares-down-upon
...to winter - the point of no return
names amidst the headstones spied
we find old friends who now reside - gone before!
Like ashes feeding a luscious lawn
water'd by tears of those who mourn - cry no more!
no more where church bells call to prayer
we know that they will not be there
an empty pew a hymn book spare
(an empty table in the square!)
...rest in peace for evermore
