Autumn Woe
Autumn woe
To live an see an have it all,
To slip an fade and taste the gall,
To run out if time, which does appall,
Till only death is waiting.
To cast a spell, where women came,
To catch an eye, where love is waiting,
To win a heart, ignite the flame,
To seduction, so invigorating,
To now no longer play the game,
To feel the passion & the strain,
To make love, like you’re yet, insane,
Fatal, autumn is awaiting…
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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