I wave bye bye  to summer
And the beehive in my yard.
I’m deflating all the pool toys
Which is more sad than hard.
The beaches are still open but
leaves are on the ground.
I can’t help buying pencils and
A bag to tote around.
I haven’t been in school full time
since 1983
But September always makes me sigh
And wish that it was me
who is
Cramming summer reading,
And catching up with friends,
And picking out my “first day†clothes
As if my life depends
On making good impressions,
And turning a new leaf,
But soon enough I realize
that me,
is just still me.
The air is subtly changing
I pull more toys from the pool.
And pretend I’m getting ready
for another
year
of school.
