The trees are full and green
The garden sweet and lush
The warm sun belies October
To truth I must surrender
The hours, they are numbered
The last days of summer

Her sundress, yellow and white
A flower in her hair
Lovely a sight as ever I see
How does she stand, taller than me?
I can’t help but wonder
In these last days of summer

Thinking the unthinkable
Chased down with jasmine tea
Thoughts that never crossed my mind
When I was twenty-three
Too busy being me

A ship once unsinkable
Is foundering in the deep
A boy once prayed to his God
For his soul to keep
Would settle now
For a good night’s sleep

My father warned of the waning years
What every man goes through
I thought him weak and fraught with fears
To see his tragic point of view
Is a sad cliché

Since he’s passed away
He’s even more present to me
Looking past my prime
Waging war on Father Time
I think, Dad, I finally see

Strange that my eyes should gain more sight
As the days begin to lose their light
Winter looms now on my horizon
Look at me in my summer wear
Completely unprepared

We wrestle in the grass
He’s grown so tall, so fast
I struggle to get the better of him
Just how much I truly love him
This I’ve discovered
In these last days of summer

Just how much I truly love them
These last days of summer