last rose of summer

i love the way

the tattered clouds

go wind across the sky

 

as summer goes

and leave me

with a tear in my eye

 

i'm taking out my winter clothes

my garden knows what's wrong

the petals of my favorite rose

be in the shadows dark and long

 

through every year

it's very clear

i should be used

to carrying on

but I can't be found

in the garden

singing this song

 

when the

last rose of summer is gone

 

-Tom Waits-

Done