The usual early autumn improvement
In the weather, the post-Bank Holiday
Change for the better, now the breaks are spent
Now that we've all come back from going away
Those of us that went, that is, sad to say
I'm not one, but one went from me instead
The season for loving's here yesterday
And gone today, tomorrow by them led
Thus facing backwards, we lose half our speed
Was it always so? Yes. Then that's what's meant
For yesterday, tomorrow and today
Sleep is the only heaven where we're led
Each day the yawns herald its encroachment
Happy shadows, drawn curtains, end of day
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