Autumn of My Youth
2004-10-15 - 12:47 a.m.

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In the dreary days of autumn,

as the petulant rain comes down,

persistent and small,

not enough to cleanse the world

for its winter sleep,

I can still stare out the dirty, streaked window,

like I did as a child in grade school

as the class recited meaningless knowledge

in the bright classroom, a contrast

to the dolorous sky,

now as an adult, whatever that means,

watching the world go by,

and find a piece of fascination

while the leaves make colorful piles

of undressed clothes, underneath

their seasonally forgiving boughs.