Late Summer Writing (3) by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 Late Summer Writing  (3) 

by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

Summer Ends 

 

We bid goodbye to Summer
As it comes to an end
Planet tilts, ardour wilts
As our love we send

So how was your little Summer?
Did it treat you well?
Finding love under the apple tree?
If not then just as well

For Summer's love ends forlorn
As leaves fall from the trees
Though Autumn brings love reborn
As it refreshes with its breeze

Oh your heart seems lost now
Though you always get through
Always a case of work on somehow
Because Winter is kind, that's true

So take your aching Summer heart
And take lessons from the wind
It blows, gusts as it plays its part
As Spring promises a new start

LOVE GAG: I gave up falling in love because it drained my resources. Like her turning up for a bath, having my naps disturbed, having to go out, all the chocolate gone in fridge, being bossed around, not able to make a decision without approval, not able to set my own routine, debating about what to watch on TV, arguing about nothing, constant clashes about nothing, not able to move without being questioned about my intentions, told that I neglect her ... life is never the same

My Pen

What happened to my pen?
I must have left it there again
I was just about to write lines
About how my heart just pines

Oh, gee, my silly old gold pen
Looks like I've just lost it again
Typical when I am in this mood
To write something so crude

Now where did I leave my pen
Did I just leave it in my den
That's The Study if you know
My little place where I go

Now someone knows of my pen
Maybe it was stolen once again
I'll catch that thief oh for sure
Regret breaking through my door

I will surely find my pen again
Without it I would go insane
My best friend all it means to me
For my pen sets me free

 

GOD GAG: I wouldn't say that I'm overly religious, I just believe in God.

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