Saturday, July 30, 2011

Sound of August

August approaches; July bids farewell;
I own nothing to say or foretell,
but I have dread. My God, please wait--
I know you've found your destined fate--
but I won't be the person you dare to expel,
yet you're summoned by the final bell.

I wish I could congratulate;
instead, I dread the coming date.

The sound of August--I truly hate.