Autumn Days Poem by Phil Soar

It's beginning to drift into Autumn
The leaves changing colour on trees
And the aches at the back of my scrotum
Are as bad as the ones in my knees

This time of the year takes it's toll on
Us old and decrepit old farts
And the stress that it puts on my colon
Means some smells as my worry departs

The nights drawing in by November
It's dark more than ever by then
The only thing that we remember
Is that spring will soon come round again