Days of Autumn

The soft brown days of falling leaves are here Moving quietly toward the last sunrise To find some peace as I contain death's fear And know I am closer to my demise To travel time, remembering yesterdays And search the still calm hours of tomorrows I'll glean richness of life from longest days And silently dispense all my sorrows Measure problems until they are contained From my failures in life and all between I'll raise a glass to those who have remained And cheer the times' love came to intervene I've come to face the time of growing old And found the taste bitter as it grows cold