The Autumn Within
Outside, there is autumn – the colours of gold and rust
It comes for a month or two and then hits rock bottom
Inside, the autumn stays forever, heaps of ash and dust
It came when I was born, will leave when I’m all rotten
Outside, there is a verdict – an unsympathetic verdict
Unsolicited and uninvited, yet delivered firmly in face
Inside, there exists failure – felt deeply but not worded
It came when I was born, will leave when I quit the race
Outside, there is rejection – a hard and cold rejection
Imparted cruelly yes, yet justified and utterly logical
Inside, there is dejection – a bitter and dark dejection
It came when I was born, will leave with my eulogical
Outside, there is affection – useless and bored affection
A product of reciprocity – a courtesy and mere manners
Inside, there is love – a burning and bonded connection
It came when I was born, will leave with lowered banners
Outside, there is autumn and inside there is an autumn too
In perfect harmony, the weeping violin and the crying cello
Outside, there is autumn and inside there is an autumn too
Were there when I was born, will be there when all is yellow