I feel the crisp November air
Dressed warmly, the clothes I wear
I see those try to escape the chill
Huddled close, their voices are trill
I spot a leaf slowly drift down
A tree looms, it is brown
No more denial for it is fall
The warm summer, no longer forestalls
Perhaps it is time I move on
To my mind, I should not be a pawn
Some say time heals all wounds
How I wish my mind be re tuned
Their voice is forgotten
The memory all rotten
Like a leaf that might decay
Because November, has struck it with dismay