Quote by V.C. Andrews

“Regretting" Summer comes... and summer goes- like my dreams of old, Autumn gold turns into winter snow- like my dreams gone cold- I should have taken the grape, not waited for wine- I should have tasted at least While I sat at the feast- And when the wine came my way, I shouldn't have let it pass by Because the cup didn't shine... Now, Summer comes... and summer goes- there is a tear in my eye, Autumn gold turns into winter snow- for my youth has gone by Where are my spring days, My daffodil time? Where are the bird songs, My bells that should chime? Where is the green grass, And the love that was mine? So, Summer comes... and summer goes- and I walk alone, Autumn gold turns into winter snow- and I would give all I own- For just one yesterday- And the chance to play- The game... another way.”

Quote by V.C. Andrews