Late Summer Baby
It’s about that time again. . .
to write another summer-ending poem
there is no other season like summer -
soft breeze and the sun’s warm rays
on my lightly tanned skin
How soon the summers come undone;
I'm bleeding tears of melancholy -
for my many years which soon will be
the total sum of sixty-one.
my bright memories
are fading fading a - way
as one more summer
is stored with all the others
of this late summer baby
Written Sept. 2, 2016
for the Challenge - Write OnePoetry Contest of Broken Wings
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