The Autumn Years



These I count the sweetest days

 the Autumn of my years

It seems they pass so rapidly

Or...so it... appears...

I've counted all the skies of blue

 And all the skies of gray,

 And I have counted blessings

 Thro' my life, have come my way.

 All the woes I've thrust aside

 I have tried to see the good

My life it flows near eventides

 Or... in that neighborhood

And I shall spend my pining years

 as life has me addressed,

And I can say throughout my years

 That I've been truly blessed.

 

~ James Joseph Huesgen