Autumn

April 19, 2018
By Hairy_Waffles BRONZE, Piedmont, Oklahoma
Hairy_Waffles BRONZE, Piedmont, Oklahoma
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Favorite Quote:
"Our character isn't defined by the battles we win or lose, but by the battles we dare to fight."


Crunching leaves beneath my feet,
My walking very fast,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

Summer sticks around too long,
Winter never needs to be asked,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

I choose to walk alone today,
I enjoy being an outcast,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never needs to be asked.

I stop to observe my surroundings,
I've made it here at last,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

I’m proud to be a renegade,
My rebellious nature is very vast,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

I raise my gaze up to the heavens,
Today is fitting, overcast,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

I had no chance to say goodbye,
I have no hope that I might outlast,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

The soft breeze and the crisp leaves,
Harmony made from sharp contrast,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

I stepped over the rocky bank,
Chilling water hit me, an icy blast,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

I knew too soon she would come and see,
Standing behind, completely aghast,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

They told me I stood out too far,
That my legacy will everlast,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

She may call and beg all she likes,
But all she does is make me feel harassed,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

I used one of my final breaths,
And forced myself to be steadfast,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

All good things must come to an end,
Despite, our minds still dwell in the past,
The worst thing about autumn
Is that it never seems to last.

Death grasped me with a clammy hand,
It was my first and shall be my last,
The best thing about autumn
Is that it isn’t eager to be passed.



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