Rula

Your way of life is honed, the path you tread is tight, soul ache's a global zone, cool evening tunes, without dreams of loving nights, leave you marooned, the summer has flown, starlings whirl in final sight, you shudder and see them go, give yourself your due, you open up fresh wine, Rioja makes no one blue, why not stay you moan, no sea or given fire, between you or leaving home, friends don't call anymore, wonder about tell tale signs, you lie in the lemon grove, why d'you praise this time ?