Another draft for you! Time races on It never stops or stays. The afternoon was getting on- 'Please, sit awhile today.' Amber cones were on the pines And russet apples drooped, A golden skin lay on the lake, Hills topped with golden spoons. The years rushed by Skies and eyes grew grey, But what was I to do- On such a summer day? If only she had stayed with me That day of gold and green We'd still be holding hands, She'd still be seventeen.