I’m watching you
And you look so fine
Nothing out of time
Out of tune
The rhyme’s remembering
Too soon.
I’m watching you
And your eyes turn gray
Nothing left to say
Turn away
The road’s Septembering
To June.
I’m watching you
And I’m saying goodbye
Nothing’s telling me why
Still I cry
And we’re always pretending
We’ve been to the moon.
I’m watching you
Asking why
And it’s over too soon.
© Sheila Deeth, January 2009


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To June. Now that is catchy.
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