In the Fall

In the fall of our existence
The trees creak in the wind
Giving in, providing no resistance
To failings and faults within
And without our limitations
No matter how we pretend 
We are but poor imitations 
Of who were back then
When there was spring in the air
And summer played in time
When we never seemed to care
Win or lose, we’d never mind
Just get up and do it over and over again
Never think it might be the last
Before fall intrudes, and winter sets in
As a cold and disabling blast 
So we’ll bundle up, and enjoy once more 
The memories of a simpler past
When it seemed we were young evermore.