The last of summer

Sunsets at the end of summer
Make my heart ache.

They fill me with a longing
That I almost cannot take.

It's not that I don't want it to end,
Fall means turkey and birthday cake.

And the change in season is expected,
But I will miss the warm lake.

So the ceaseless passage of time goes on,
So what of the progress I'm supposed to make?

Goodbye to the day, to the sun, to the season,
Soon there will be leaves to rake.

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