Heartache Savings Time

Summer has come and gone, There's a chill in the air. A touch of frost on the lawn, Takes my mind back there. All the good times, The laughter and smiles. The bad times came, And took my heart away. The leaves turn red and gold, My hair's a paler shade of gray. The change of season brings the cold, Longer nights and shorter days. Reap the harvest that we sew, Turn back the hands of time. All we are is what we know, Our fate ticks to a different rhyme. What if we could set our clocks, To get better days over shorter ones. To live our lives, On Heartach Savings Time. copy write@2005 Dianne Raymond