photo courtesy of MurphyZero

Time, time, time,
See what's become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities?
I was so hard to please.
But look around.
Leaves are brown
And the sky
Is a hazy shade of winter.

Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside,
It's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.
Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around.
Leaves are brown now.
And the sky
Is a hazy shade of winter.

Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
That's an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend
That you can build them again.
Look around.
The grass is high.
Fields are ripe.
It's the springtime of my life.

Seasons change with the scenery,
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory slips
While looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.
Drinking my vodka and lime.

But look around.
Leaves are brown now.
And the sky
Is a hazy shade of winter.
Look around.
Leaves are brown.
There's a patch of snow on the ground