Autumn Writing

This poem is about the average feelings of people and how they come and go so quickly. And how we often cannot make up our minds about things.

This is just a narrative poem. A simple story...some of the plot can be left up to the imagination.

Every day, around four, A boy, he walks by With a look filled with hope. And a shine in his eye. He wears no socks. He rarely wears shoes. But..