Summer’s End
Feb 5th, 2006 by Graham Booker
Aug 30 2004
The summer has come to a close
Anticipation must cease its taunt
Friends have returned to town
How much more could one want
The roads are fill with noise
Longing for the quiet tries to reign
Judging which time is better
Can drive one nearly insane
The time for fall has arrived
No will can make otherwise
It is time to deal with the new
Meet it head on regardless of size
It is a time of great chaos
Laziness can only produce great cost
Do the best you can
Before the opportunity is lost