Mrs. Summer Poem by Igor Wolfson

Hi, Mrs. Summer, long time no see
Again you bring me back my mind a pint dumber
As we, by the way, have not really agreed

Hi there, lost beloved person not by me
For anything I'd trade my soul for thee
For you to be ready

And nights of wasted hours deprived of sleep
Are being gone for ages now to write finest of songs
Which you will turn to ashes just for me
Which you will cry out loud on your throne

As you may hear and see,
My best of hopes has not just yet fulfilled itself
And I, outrageously, will disagree to let it dust on some old shelf
As I till now had let for me