Summer’s fading
The summer has started fading quickly into fall.
Once again, overhead will be the geese’s call.
The air will turn crisp, and the colors will be bright.
The days will turn short; and longer will be the night.
The summer heat turned brown the once green grass.
I glance back as another summer comes to pass.
Was a time, I hated to see summer go.
I’d skip fall and think of winter’s snow.
We spend a lot of time living in a future that isn’t here.
Why, we want to skip the present, isn’t always clear.
I often ponder this and think it’s because,
The older I get, the better I was.
We look at our past, think of the future, skip what’s in between.
We can’t change the past, and the future remains unseen.
So, before this day has become my past,
I’ll live this day like it was my last.
I’m going to spend each day and try and do no wrong.
My days passed now seem many; the future might not be as long.
chris
