SEPTEMBER SONG

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September,
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game.

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
August, September,
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you.

This reminds me of the last months with my dear husband.
We had a "May-December" relationship, age-wise.
The days did grow shorter when September came, as he died the next month on October 1st.
So our days together were even more precious, so precious.

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