Fall descends as Summer leaves.
Autumn cools a skewed romance.
Here we find a heart that grieves,
While the other lives to dance.
Short the span of peak allure.
Egos start to hum the blues.
Mirrors follow and procure
Any truth you wish to view.
If the other shoe be age,
Let it drop, accept the dread.
Earplugs mute his music's rage,
Yours in stacks beneath the bed.
Flattery can quickly blind
When it's served in large amounts.
Don't leave common sense behind,
With a dwindling bank account.
Rhyme / AB-AB
Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014
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