Here in my late autumn

Here in my late autumn

Trees behind the bare trees

Have grown more evident

I found the woods of me

Beyond old echoes my

Phoenix sings their swan song

Now stars the canopy

New yodels yearning strong

These intimate garments

These intimate garments

Hung out on a clothesline

My dying canary

Or the evergreen pine

The silly and sully

The passion and perish

Moments of pleasure and

The dreaded nightmarish 

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss on the forehead

A brush against the cheek

A pat on the back and

The gentle words we speak

The touching of the hands

A look into the eyes

A long hug and that's Life

And then the sad goodbyes