Tuesday, September 29, 2009


Regardless of the place where I happen to be living toward the end of September I am always reminded of the song composed by Kurt Weill, with lyrics by Maxwell Anderson. "September Song." It is one of those songs that goes straight for the heart and does not even pause as it goes through the mind. It is about unrequited love and bonfires and football games and piles of dried leaves in the front lawn. It is the regrets of summer and the anticipation of winter and a new year and a new time. Just to jolt your brain cells, here are the words.

September Song

Well, it's a long, long time
From May to December

But the days grow short,
When you reach September.

And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame

And I haven't got time
For the waiting game.

And the days dwindle down
To a precious few . . .

September, November . . .

And these few precious days
I spend with you.

These precious days
I spend with you.

I should not fail to mention that it is also a metaphor for growing older. How time goes by and before we know it the time is all gone. Decide today that this will never happen to you.

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