September Poem by Bill Simmons

September (Martha Rainwater)
Died November 2008

Here I go again, missing you
Here I am again, off the deep end
One would think I’d find something else to do
But here I am, letting lonesome back in

Time has a way that remembers
The things that we loved in our lives
And sometimes brings us back to old Septembers
When once all things seemed so right

And we remember
Oh those things that we miss
And then lonesome sits down with you
Just like this

Here I go again, missing you
While lonesome comes around and sits down
Where all those little things you used to do
Where memories of I love you are found

One day when I am old and weak
When tears fall and I must say good-bye
Remember as lonesome sits down as with me
Remember those Septembers of my life.

(For my Aunt Martha)


Copyright 2008 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar
BillWilliamStar@aol.com