As time goes by

Today, I suppose, is a day to write, why, I don’t know, it just feels right.

The weather is fine and there are kids all around.

Squirrels are running around on the ground.

But I read the other day, that summer is at an end.

Thought it had just started, is autumn really around the bend?

And so it seems, that time does fly by. And soon, I suppose, I will probably die.

My eyes are weak, the truth is, I only just get by.

My chest often hurts, and my mouth is always dry.

I wake up in the morning and look out of my window.

It makes me feel sad, as I watch the wind blow

There seems there is no changing it, as the tree sheds it leaves.

And they lay on the ground, rotting away.