Autumn Geese

Geese wing their way in evening sky
As temperatures grow cold
They signal winter drawing nigh
And how I feel so old

A mournful plaintive cry they make
As passing overhead
Cares I wish I could forsake
And follow in their stead

Why does my heart grow lonesome so
When I hear their sad farewell?
As though abandoned and filled with woe
And only I can tell …

What fate has in store for me when I,
Behind, choose to remain
And brave what winter brings to fly
In snow and sleet and rain