Always autumn…

Even from the start, there’s an end to see

and that most don’t is because of the pain of denial

because we’d rather imagine things aren’t as they are

and believe in saviors and old-aged children forever

fresh as time is suspended in snap-shots of happy days

while we seldom document those other days, the boring

days, normal days, and especially the sad days

because our lives are like a forever fall as ripening

sugars turn luminescent colors of our always autumn.