As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

September




September came without a pause

Like a train rushing through the station

In the wake of dust and details

We felt the weather changing


Some of us watched the last car trailing

Into the setting summer sun

Others chased their hats and papers

Or barely looked up from their reading


We all knew it wouldn't stop

The best that we could hope for

Was to peer into the window of each day

To see something worth remembering


 

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