Untitled #1 Poem by Anton Leyland

Untitled #1



Apologies to September, but you were a comedy.
October, you were as tragic as ever, and you made me old.
Still, I expect good things from November,
but I must be less of an idiot.
And I must cease dreaming of August;
of fighting this forlorn and incessant flow which we call life.

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