Significance Of The Nineteenth Autumn Poem by Yohan Confectioner

As the nineteenth autumn has come upon me,
It's a whole new world I see.
Treacherous creatures, so often, hush and hide,
And it seemeth to me, a change in tide.

The poetry of soothing sensation has gone,
The glimmering golden glow of the sun is now none.
Some say, ' The Head is battling with the Heart',
Well! All Logic has been torn apart.

As I gaze into the vast emptiness,
The dawning dankness
Of the perspective sickens me.
As too flashes past - a world that could be.

Alas! The path of glory has been paved,
One less heart could not be saved.