Late Lament

The days are short at this time of year, and will become shorter yet before heading in the other direction. I look out the darkening window and remember song lyrics from many years ago, the Moody Blues' Late Lament:

Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?

No question, the gloom gathers and the lights fade. Not sure I wish I was young, the future doesn't inspire confidence. Whatever, it was a heck of an intro to Nights in White Satin.