No more children-filled, fun summers
My Music has now changed drummers
Those summer faces now gone for good
sweet little faces gobbling favorite foods
Teaching small bodies to swim
Now they quickly dive in on a whim
They don’t need you anymore
Because they fill a new door
You grow older, and life is unsteady
They’re life’s in front of them, and they’re ready
They now make paths for themselves
My aches and pains put me on a shelf
My April, Mays, and Junes
Are August and September moons
It’s just another season
But, if I am blue, that is my reason
I miss those lazy summer days
Sitting quietly watching children play
Now the only sound I hear
Is the rocking noise of my porch chair
It feels like September winds might bring
A new melancholy song for me to sing
Take advantage of your summertime youth
Before September winds move your booth
It’s when you only have memories of times past
We ask ourselves, how did it go so fast?
