An Autumn Lament

As was suggested in class, I played around with the final line of the first stanza. I would love to hear what you thought about it. It used to be the line about the eastern bound train.

I grow weary as the year veers drearily on
And with tears in my ears and such pain
I drink beers to mask fears of a cheerier year
Though it's clear I should switch champaign

Often shouting aloud in a close quartered crowd
I am proud to move ‘round the mundane
But this fast growing shroud like a cover of clouds
Will resound over radiant plains

You may ask why this mask grows ever vast,
alas
As will pass with each seasons refrain
In whose beauty we basked through each day as it passed
Autumns dance seems a trance once again