Fall, with Open Arms

 
‘Round here, the summers are brutal
Today it was One-0-Eight
(That’s 42 to some of you)
It’s so hot your skin can fry and bake

‘Round here, summer starts in April
And sometimes lasts past September
Why did I move to this place?
Dang it, I wish I could remember

But once the season changes
And the sun has a new position
Something magical happens
I begin to have a sunnier disposition

The cool breeze brings bright memories
Of my college years, of freshman days
When youth and opportunity seemed endless
When innocence seemed like a daze

Some of those names now escape me
But the faces are embedded in my mind
The places may have changed a bit
Oh, the adolescence I left behind

I can’t wait for the new season
It brings me memories of freshman days
I wait for fall, with open arms
Each year with more wrinkles and grays