Summer is leaving:
Not much we can do
(To quell the
Expected
egress).
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Lamented its end;
(Perhaps it convened
Great
distress) ...
He wished to subdue it,
To push it far back;
(Much like the waves
Parting
shore)...
I share in his feeling,
As warm nights bring healing,
And summer's a treat
I a-d-o-r-e !
"Summer's almost over. It's sad, isn't it?
Makes you want to - I don't
know - reach out and hold it back".
Nick Carraway: "There'll be other summers".
There was a crooked man
And he had a greedy wife;
Their first and foremost goal
Was to have a sumptuous life.
This aim, however, hinged on
Him rigging an election;
Pursuant to the latter, there
Must not be mass defection.
So...he gathered all around him,
Crooks and liars, thugs and thieves;
This cohort reeked of mischief:
Evil dwelled in their beliefs.
But "chickens", it's been often said,
Will 'soon come home to roost ':
Rudy, Sidney, John and others,
How you scammed, deceived, seduced !
My hearty thanks goes out to those
Who sought to make things 'right';
While Trump supporters praised his deeds,
You persevered with light.
poem by L.P.-G. / 8-2023
