August... Poem by Denis Martindale

It's the longest month of the year... with children not at School,
And with September not yet here... will each one play the fool?
Or will they act like angels would... no harm, no harm at all?
Is it so hard to be that good? Like some great miracle?
There's so much sunshine they go out... and kick a ball around...
Or even throw the thing about... till it lands on the ground...
A neighbour's garden that's nearby... or down the street or road...
Enough to make the neighbours sigh... or break the Highway Code...
I used to play when young-at-heart... off School in August, too...
Now I stay in and play it smart... and T.V. I will view...
The world goes on without me now... I simply stay inside...
I've got no children anyhow... no girfriend and no bride...
Good luck to parents everywhere... and neighbours, too, next door...
Because some children just don't care... till School begins once more...


Denis Martindale August 2019.