The children are all going back to school
glum looks on their glum faces
and the days are slowly
becoming more and more
gray
Summer sings her swan song
as the sun sets for what seems like the last time
Summer's end feels like a funeral
for the death of childhood nostalgia innocence
as the sky makes way for fall
and biting winds
blue skin
and *** hoodies and cigarette butts
and you'll see those friends again at thanksgiving
maybe
but they won't be the same person
and neither will you
so take one more night this Summer
to spend with those you love
before we are all thrown back to the lions