Time will never stop going forward
No matter what you remember
We shed our feelings picking chords
Falling through into September
The universal chord raises
Old tunes are falling away
Leaves look like they’re blazing
When the cooler autumn’s winds sway
Time past weighs heavy on your mind
Those hard decisions can’t be changed
Looking forward has signs designed
To split your legacy prearranged
September’s here drop your baggage
Kick the leaves live for the day
Read the last words turning the page
Wallflower come over and play
© 2015 Michael Yost 02/21
Being alone is, one of my greatest fears.
Not having a sweet lady, very near.
Someone to talk, to let words fill the air.
Instead of writing, about this despair.
Alone again in, a cheerful crowded room.
Wandering around, seems to be my doom.
A single light glows, as I scan for a date.
Could this be the one, as it’s getting late?
Mutual eyes meeting, the room getting bright.
Approaching slowly, as to not give fright.
Talking to her true, she made it quite clear.
This may be the one, dissolving the fears.
© 2011 Michael Yost