That’s it
The grand finale
Until the next
Dud
Sets us all up
For another missed
Shot of hope
In the arm
That has already
Fallen asleep
That’s it
The grand finale
Until the next
Dud
Sets us all up
For another missed
Shot of hope
In the arm
That has already
Fallen asleep
Upon the sea
A life lived
Over the water
Of a world
Made up of the
Liquid of life
To be a soul at large
Is to be a large soul
On the oceans of life
To make a life
In a ship
Over the waters
September sun
Brings out the heat
In the early parts
Of autumn
So thick
You can see the humid
Air
Linger over the fields
Ready for the change
Of season
The hope of summer
Fading quickly
As the fall is now
Upon us