November

Remember,my friends,remember The dark,dark month of November That grim time when trees are stripped bare And light is failing everywhere Spirits are glum,spirits are blue Such black gloom does our hearts subdue. Pleasure seems to fast fade away With the light of each dying day Who is there who does not feel glum As autumn ends with worse to come A tiny spark of hope remains A mere flicker in this month's rains In this sad cycle of the year Old ghosts in our minds reappear Those dread visions drag our moods down And haunt our grim faces with a frown After cruel winter's return Hope we must for bright dawns to burn.