Wednesday 30 September 2020

The Wednesday Poem - The end of September

The end of September

Tomorrow will be a new month,
Goodbye to the worst month of the worst year.
The month with no name, 
The month with nothing to endear.
The nights get darker,
The mornings get miserable,
Is there anything good?
It's all so risible
September is ending
Thank God

This is a subject I've covered before. I hate September. It was the month that school restarted, which I always hated. The days get colder, damper and darker. This year it is even worse as Toots passed away. The sound of the summer. The barbecue gets put away, the winter coat comes out. It's all down hill from here for the rest of the year

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