- SUMMER'S END -
Shake yourself free from the grip of dismay
Counting remnants of magic already bestowed
As the last days of summer drift slowly away.

When robins fly south and the rose pedals fall
And autumn encircles the end of the road,
Shake yourself free from the grip of dismay.

Embrace summer romance, no matter how small,
So the magic within never seeks to erode
As the last days of summer drift slowly away.

At times reminiscences yet to befall
stay cleverly hidden 'til August has slowed;
Shake yourself free from the grip of dismay.

Rejoice in the blessings, no matter how small,
Each lingering twilight uniquely bestowed
As the last days of summer drift slowly away.

But waste not a moment, no matter how small,
Paying homage to tributes your heart never owed
And keep yourself free from the weight of dismay
As the last days of summer drift slowly away.