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I'll Try To Be More Poetic Next Time
by Amy WustrinWe're rapidly approaching
The tragic end of Daylight Savings Time
The classic rite of passage
From Summer to Fall
And I'm falling, alright
But Summer stood me up this year
And these shortened days
Are becoming some of the longest of my life
The season was stormy and wet
Keeping pace with my mind
And my eyes
And some of the storms
Were as violent as my mood swings
But the temperatures were milder
Than most Rockland County summers
In contrast to the fire of my sometimes fury at life
But children have a monopoly
Over the joys that Summer brings
And I am not a child any longer
(A moment of silence for my untimely demise)
It's possible that summer
Came and went while I was busy
Balancing my checkbook
Or commuting between 3 jobs
I have new joys to anticipate these days
Graduating college
Moving out on my own
Becoming independent
And dying alone in a house full of cats
With a half-empty bottle of prozac in my purse
This is my eulogy for summer
Never again will you brighten my doorstep
I have ambitions to realize
And bills to pay
And we just don't fit into each other's lives anymore
But don't take it personally
It's not you
It's me 09/23/2004 Author's Note: I dont know. But i'm sure gonna miss that sun.
Posted on 09/23/2004
Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 09/23/04 at 09:50 PM something about the way you deliver i enjoy - contradictions and ironies i guess - some typos to edit, but that's just my OCD nature :> |
| Posted by Lisa-Dawn Sparling on 09/25/04 at 04:56 AM well, I empathize. the transition from lake days and campfire drinks, to many shifts and not enought time. Summer! where did you go??? |
| Posted by Bet Yeldem on 06/18/06 at 05:38 AM i loved this. every word. and especially all the words together... ;-) oh, i'm too sleepy to write a witty comment... but i enjoyed this and am adding it to my faves. |
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