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
