Bay-beee!!

And comes that time of the month that I used to dread-
of failed romances, weight gain and mould growing on shoes;
When the days grow shorter
And the nights become way too, too long
and October-
of reconciliations- to romantic hurdles, to weight gain,
seemed too, too far away.

Youth was when I fought those changes-
Raged and screamed and sulked the month away.
Oh that seemed like a long way away,
For now September becomes me,
Or maybe its the other way round.
March to September hasnt been long at all in coming .

And yet, the month still looms long,
And I look forward once more to October.
And November would disappear after,
In my chase for old December.
30 days hath September,
And I'll spend all 30 days counting
And watching the leaves turn  gold-
Nah, I probably won't.

October has 31 days
And I'll spend a precious few with you.
October and December,
I'll spend them with you.

Some things never really change.