It is the autumn of the year, the autumn of a busy life.
The passing days bring memories of happiness and hope and strife.
A life of triumph and of pain and pleasures that won’t come again
The falling leaves are red and gold. The year and I are growing old.
First came spring so full of promise of a future bright and fair.
Of success in each new venture, future wealth for all to share
When the showers we encountered very quickly passed away.
Leaving grassy, flower decked pathways leading to a bright new day.
Next there’s summer bright and golden where the fields of waving wheat
Ripen for the coming harvest in the suns fierce summer heat.
Now it’s time for conservation. Fill the barns and store the grain.
Battling natures many hazards; pests and drought and driving rain.
Now the days are drawing shorter. Morning mists and star bright night…
Now enjoy the fruits of prudence garnered in life’s bitter fight.
Savour nature’s wondrous blessings. Spurn the doubts and petty ills.
Step out boldly from the shadows. Raise your eyes to distant hills.
Wintertime is drawing closer and the ending of the year.
No-one can foresee the future. That’s a fact that’s crystal clear.
Cherish every hour your living. Chase the rainbow in the rain.
Value friendship; all forgiving. Snowdrops may soon bloom again.