The day you went away. The red sun dying in the sky, Fall leaves drifting, swirling down Remind me only of your smile and why You left me with a frown. But I'm always remembering, remembering, Remembering your face. Bide our time. For we know, Things will get better, Improve.
Real living starts later.
Later, we'll reap, begin, start. Anticipatingly, we watch for The Right Moment. When it comes, We need to be ready. Things are just about right. Just a little longer.