Sitting here in Avalon, looking at the pouring rain

Summertime has come and gone and everybody's home again

Closing down for the season, I found the last of the souvenirs

I can still taste the wedding cake and it's sweet after all these years



These are the last words I have to say

That's why this took so long to write

There will be other words some other day

But that's the story of my life



There's comfot in my coffee cup and apples in the early fall

They're pulling all the moorings up and gathering at the Legion Hall

They swept away all the streamers after the Labor Day parade

Nothing left for a dream now, only one final serenade



And these are the last words I have to say

Before another age goes by

With all those other songs I'll have to play

But that's the story of my life



And it's so clear standing here where I am

Ain't that what justice is for?

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn anymore



Stack the chairs on the table tops

Hang the sheets on the chandeliers

It slows down but it never stops

Ain't it sweet after all these years



And these are the last words I have to say

It's always hard to say goodbye

But now it's time to put this book away

Ain't that the story of my life

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Eric Wincentsen

267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu

Glendale Community College

Glendale, Arizona

"I'm just marking my territory..."