The Last Good-Bye

Disregard September’s lasting day, its simplicity long foretold, As the sound of summer has past us by, into the crisp and radiant fall; Come hold this mirror to a ray of light, and pass the moment on, When in the hint of a calming breeze, is held the lost good-bye Forever leaves of a brighter shade have fallen from there boughs, While overhead October waits to softly steal by; For opportunities are gone to soon, and change as mornings past Like the worth of days, trapped in that sweet good-bye Man senses November and its desolate hours in a fog of its own regret, When the sun could not cool the night, nor the moon give warmth to day; We are caught in the measure of simple words, tied to hope and wonder That speaks of a last good-bye Wrapped tight in the cold of December, bound to the rhythm of life, Gone to solitudes isolation and the sadness of that forgotten farewell, Sacrificed to the wind that winter holds, bound to a memory past Intent to hear of our last good-bye