Of Time and Men...Farewell to April

Farewell, my love, until we meet

Again on some far, yonder street

Where we will greet each other then

With that kinship of time and men

…and we will sigh, and say, my, my

Or echo how ‘time sure does fly’

While you resume your vexing flaunt

Of shower, sun and snowy taunt

Come darling, ere the hour is spent

Hold me and hear my last lament

For I have much I long too tell

I am not ready for farewell

Still, I can almost hear the clock

Unbar the door that it will lock

Then kiss me soft, and kiss me slow

While I am learning to let go…

Janet~

I was racing against the clock but she locked April to the past before I could click 'publish!!

Hello, May:)

As I recall, you're a friendly sort

The kind that makes us smile

And forget that we ever wished

April would stay a while