August is the most nostalgic month.
A proud sun once triumphant in its everlasting high!
Suddenly swollen as it sags and sighs
Like an ice cream cone moments past its prime
Dripping to a concrete puddle of slime
Where did it go, you say?
The days of yellow and blue
Not quite September’s autumn blue
And yet, a forgotten story anew!
Oh. Back to that place
Back to that school
Back to that you
The one you parked away in June
Taking such effort to traverse the sky
The sun now belies its ultimate demise
Time for August goodbyes
Sunburns have mellowed and leaves have yellowed
And yet we know not what to do
For despite these things we call seasons
Time tells there’s no rhyme or reason
It’s a month of desperation – the final stretch we planned
The merry go round and catch while you can
For August is the one month that taunts us o
