As a lad, a lonesome feeling filled me, As clouds piled high, Up in the sky, And cool autumn winds chilled me. Watching the world around me change; As living things died, Within, I cried. I felt so alone and strange. It seemed as though something had ended; A part of me, Never more to be, As autumn and winter blended. As a man, that lonesome feeling fills me. Year by year, As autumn draws near; Though lonely, there's something that thrills me. As a lad, I didn't understand That, though things die, Which made me cry, In spring, they'd blossom in the land. So, what happy thought that I, Bringing my family sorrow, As I depart on autumn's tomorrow, May live again, in a mansion in the sky. By L. B. Strawn December 6, 1980. |
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