The Last Days Of Summer

The Last Days of Summer
 The trees are full and green
 The garden sweet and lush
 The warmth of the sun belies September
 A truth to which I must surrender
 The hours are numbered
 These last days of summer
 Her sundress, pink and white
 An orchid in her hair
 As lovely a sight as ever to me
 While a stranger was, she woo me
 I can't help but wonder
 These last days of summer
 Thinking the unthinkable
 Chased with Levante
 Thoughts that never crossed my mind
 When I was twenty-three
 Too busy being me
 A ship once hailed unsinkable
 It's floundering in the deep
 A boy who once prayed to his God
 For his soul to keep
 Would settle for a good night sleep.
 My father warned of the waning years
 What every man goes through
 I thought him weak and too fraught with fear
 To see his tragic point of view
 It's a sad cliche
 But ever since he's passed away
 He's ever more present to me
 Looking past my prime
 Waging war on Father Time
 Dad, I think I understand, finally
 Strange that my eyes should gain more sight
 As the days begin to lose the light
 Winter looms on my horizon
 Look at me in my summer wear
 Completely unprepared
 We wrestle in the grass
 He's grown so tall so quick
 I struggle to get the better of him
 Just how much I truly love him
 This I've discovered
 These last days of summer
 Just how much I truly love them
 ...These last days of summer...