Now, in the Autumn of our years we wait to see what Winter brings
While russet beauty calms our fears, chill Winter hints of sufferings.
We’ve savoured all the joys of youth, forged paths through lifetime’s verdant Spring
The love and laughter constant proof Summer is time for blossoming.
Now Autumn sees us slow – and taste the harvest of our earlier years,
Determined that we should not waste the lessons learned from hopes and fears.
But all the wisdom garnered then cannot protect from Winter’s cold.
There’s no escape the fate of men to live the seasons and grow old.