Wednesday, April 13, 2011

In the autumn of the years...



When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

It was a mess of good years




~ It Was a Very Good Year Lyrics
Frank Sinatra


 

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Are we in Autumn or Winter? Hard to tell, given all we've been through!??$#@ ---rabbit

sue frownfelter said...

I had the EXACT same discussion today!! OF COURSE you thought that!!

the real isi said...

I'd say you're both in Spring. :)

Vicki said...

What ever season it may be we are in the same one together. Like "the real isi" said, I want to tell myself it is Spring. Even if it isn't, I will tell myself that anyway.....at least it can FEEL like it is. Have just always liked the idea of "new life"; "rebirth" after the winter....so I am choosing to live in Spring!!