This Autumn feeling
Never, leads to Spring again
There is no rebirth
In the loveless heart.
To have and hold,
In Love, we’re told
But nothing is Forever,
Winter’s cold
And lost love reaches
Deepest pain
Never to see Life,
The same way again
Carefree and loving and so gay,
Never to share real happiness,
Those special moments,
They’re the best
Surrounded by tender caress.
We stumble, fall and then
Get up,
But when love’s gone,
All life is bare,
That Autumn feeling,
Always there.
What a splendid idea,Must be nice to be that olive,Bringing drinkers all that cheer,Never loneliness to fear.
But what thrills me the mostAre words that do conveyOf Love, the overdose.
A whole garden of prose.
And those who kill,What a difference,In the useOf their Free Will!
Bring dirty lies.Poverty, Sand…The worst,We’ve ever had!Security of CountryCompromised!Against whichAll decency,Should rise!A good man, put on trailDuring four years.Please don’t playThe idiot’s gameIf he were guiltyWould he wantFour more years ofThis disastrousFabricated, shame?We owe a lotTo crooked pressWho has spread liesOf great largess,Endangering,The Country’sBest,Wanting to make usSwallow,What we Never canDigest,All crookednessThat lies betweenGoodness and Hell,So…
We didn’t know, ‘Goes the song,Of the political Crow,‘Never my faultAlways blame others,That will help us Fool,All our dumb brothers’Despicable and Dangerous,That’s what we have,When you conjugate ignorance,With Political Hash!
