An Autumnal Fall Poem by Gordon David

Does anybody out there want to listen to a story?
It's long and short, not very nice, but not too gory.

Just popped in to see if anyone would be here.
Sun is shining, though not warm for this time of year
Summer has packed it's bags, heading south to dream
Autumnal shades pouring all over Mother Nature's cream

The garden furniture all put away for one more year
Shorts, pastel shades, flip-flops are not winters gear

No one at home just now everyone's got a life
Keep sitting here all alone, waiting for my wife
Just waiting, always waiting, plenty of time to spare
Come on in, sit by the fire a while in a cosy armchair

Have a chat, a chin-wag, a problem halved is a problem shared
Talking to myself again, I thought that someone, anyone cared
Only wanting a wee chat, I'm not looking for a friend
Oh well that's it then, like summer this is the end!