September first of any year always brings to mind that life no matter how long is relatively short and wasted in many cases. This is expressed so vividly in the great song from the 1938 production, Knickerbocker Holiday when an older guy tries to explain to his younger love what life and love is all about. Today he might very well be laughed at but George Bernard Shaw seemed to catch the irony of it all when he said the following which is ascribed to him:"Youth is wasted on the young.".
For those caught up in this type of relationship and for those who might be in the future I have printed the lyrics to"The September Song". Those who have eyes read and let it sink in. For those who want to hear it performed go to uTube and type in the the title. Enjoy!
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came
Oh, it's a long long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And you ain't got time for waiting game
When days dwindle down to a precious few
September November,
And these few golden days I'd share with you
Those golden days I share with you
When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
You court them in song and rhyme
They answer with words and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
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