August

Another week of summer gone
The days are slipping past
The autumn rains come marching on
Time runs so fast.

Hardly seems a week or two
Since snow was on the hills
And all the gardens shining new
With daffodils.

The phlox, the lillies, they attend
the summer's grand parade
now linger to their tattered end,
and roses fade:

And while I bask in summer’s rays
There’s gnawing in my mind
And through the bleak and bitter days
Creep close behind.

Old father time hold on a tick!
Slow down for pity’s sake!
Why do you need to run so quick?
Put on the brake!

John Waddell