by R J Scarr
(Brighton, England)

And so, having reached my September.
And I contemplate the passing of time.
I hope the world is a little better for my being.
And maturing like a fine old vintage wine.

So as my Summer moves relentless towards my Autumn.
And I watch the season change from green to gold.
As the agelines in my face etch even deeper.
I except withy grace, the fact that I've grown old.

Yet as I survey the world from my September.
And I reminisce on all the years I've had.
I have so very much to remember.
For I've had my share of all that's good, and bad.

And whilst as times good fortune smiled upon me.
There were also times, I thought my heart would break.
And though the good Lord placed us here to learn a lesson.
I think I've learned as much as I can take.

So when at last my Autumn turns to Winter.
To vanish like Spring and Summer of my days.
As December takes the place of my September.
Like the seasons of my life, I'll fade away.

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