The Sadness of Summer
We often think of dark winter days
Cold, grey and shivering
But I think summer has its own sadness
Hidden within the warm breeze
Winter, although it brings us down
Like the snow from the clouds
It's a time of celebration
It gives us purpose and happiness
Whether or not you believe
It's still a time of joy and peace
Summer, although it brings us warmth
Time, a tan, relaxation
It gives me room to ponder
What to do with myself
I wonder,
What can I do for fun in summer?
I struggle to answer the question
That begging question
What to do today?
The days feel both long and short
An endless cycle of sun
Wondering what to do for fun
Then the night, knowing it's all gone
Am I the only one?
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