Songs that remind me
of the cold
of the chill
dead leaves blowing
like lingering life
in the Autumn wind
hustling with social commitments
and self promises
before the self medicating
winter wind blows in
Songs that tilt my head
and set my eyes agaze
towards the windows
cigarette at my lips
and my mind beyond
anything that could ever
be mine
These songs I play
in vinyl fashion
repetitious rhythms
and nostalgic chorus
bringing warmth to my ears
while vegetation happily dies
The songs scream melancholy
and cry tears of beauty
the sadness freezes
in my eyes
while I play these tunes
under the jukebox skies
The songs of Autumn
never knew
how to lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem