The Moth of Birth
The month of birth
The month of the year when born
does matter
My brother was born in June
and sunlight followed him all his days.
And friend he had many warming
their meagre souls in his light.
I was born a mournful October morning
the sky cried, and the nurse said
he has an old soul.
In my presence, people tend to go away gloomy
and moderate my opinion.
Rain does not stop for happiness
and a wish I will shut up.
I have a few friends wish I had more, but October
is not so forgiving
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