First summer's footstep falters Then autumn's footsteps fall, Too soon the whole year alters As winter comes to call: Now life is so much colder, The frost begins to sting, No time for getting older, Too late to see the spring.
Now life is so much colder, The frost begins to sting, No time for getting older, Too late to see the spring.
CHARLOTTE'S WEB Andrew's Menu Poem © by Andrew Belsey
Too Late
Too Late