The Coming Of Winter (A Thanksgiving Song) by John & Sheila Ludgate

No reason to get up, I could lay here all day
Just let things be, let them pass as they may
Let the leaves change their colour, just before they fall
The coming of winter, I’ve been feeling its call

The children have grown, my parenting’s done
The house is so quiet, no daughters no sons
Not much is expected, not much is required
To some just an old man, world weary and tired

The past gets more real, as the days disappear
And the time I thought was mine, has been taken by the years
And the only ghosts that haunt me, are the ones I don’t fear
I see their faint reflection, in the memories I hold near

Now I watch the struggle, I’ve known it myself
The pride, the vanity, the deceit, the choking wealth
The sound and the fury, the push and the shove
In the end they’ll find all that’s left is faith, hope and love

The past gets more real, as the days disappear
And the time I thought was mine, has been taken by the years
And the only ghosts that haunt me, are the ones I don’t fear
I see their faint reflection, in the memories I hold near

…It’s Thanksgiving morning and I’m grateful for all I’ve known
I’m grateful for this life…