These Golden Years

I'm left with knowing the real reason My mood swings feel like I am grieving.

Weather reflects the changing season
Fall is arriving, summer's leaving.
I'm left knowing the real reason
My mood swings feel like I am grieving.

I've seen it happen before this swing
Like saying goodbye to an old friend.
Holding fast to each other they cling
Neither of them ready to transcend.

Then my birthday falls in November
Perhaps the thought of turning older
Cause to pause, reflect, and remember
Long winter days that make me colder.

Fall is everywhere near it appears.
Beneath a mountain I'm watching its
Russet hues of sunset color years,
Leaving behind warmth that youth permits.

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