The season is changing from warm to cold,

And instead of getting younger, we're all getting old .

Our time here is growing shorter each day,

Wouldn't it be nice if we could all mean what we say,

Is it possible for us to love others along our way?

To give to another without expecting anything in return!

Are we able to give love without receiving it?

To give of ourselves, and share all that we have.

To grow older and wiser is what we all wish,

And when life is hard,wouldn't it be nice to not be so selfish.

To share and to give is what we are taught,

But other's lie and cheat until they are caught.

The leaves are dead and falling to the ground,

The snow has falling, the air is cold.

And here we are, all still getting old..