Lose the Cool
Lose the cool
for Summer is almost over
you won't need it for Autumn for sure.
This place does not appreciate
your maple scarf
and maroon socks
Even though
they used to keep me warm.
I'll watch the flowers bloom alone,
sipping tea in a tranquil mood.
I'll whistle my soul- freed from you,
polishing to shiny, my old leather shoes.
You won't see me, my old blues,
You will never guess how and why
I've dropped my cool.
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