HALLOWEEN GHOSTIE

Christmas was a gift, a pure joy,
opening presents, skating
on the winter pond.

Summer was the season
of sunshine and flowers, I was fond
of climbing hills and catching fish.

Now, in the Autumn of my life
I've no time for apple bobbin'
no Halloween or trick or treat

a ghost of my old self
haunting the places where
I used to belong. 

 
HALLOWEEN GHOSTIE

A ghost of my former self
only good for Halloween now
when young and in good health
Christmas was a gift, a pure joy
winter skating on the pond.

Summer was the season
of flowers and sunshine, I was fond.
Now it's the Autumn of my life
but I've no time for apple bobbin'
just haunting the places where
I used to belong.