September seemed far off, back then, in May,
And May was when we had a lot to do,
A life to fill, with love, and work, and play,
And goals to meet, before our time was through.
We played the game as fairly as we could,
With more wins than losses to remember.
Time sped more quickly than we thought it would,
And before we knew, it was September.
Now shadows lengthen as the days roll by,
And leaves are brittle, as they fall to earth,
The breeze is colder, now that winter's nigh,
Warm days are gone, and we regret their dearth.
The cold will soon prevail, but then the spring
Will come, renewing - almost everything.