November I'm right at the edge. At the year end.
Just a step or two. Right there with you.
So much has been done. Winter spring and summer now past.
Both good and bad memories that will last
Theres more to be done.
Joyful songs to be sung.
Feast of laughter and fun.
The lights shall be hung.
Oh November the fun!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem