'Fall'

When geese fly south, and skies turn grey
Echoes of children, who chose to stay
Outside, still taunt me.

Dinner bells ring, and church choirs sing
But that burnt-leaf smell still
Lingers... to haunt me.

I remember the year when I just wore a sheet
My Halloween costume
To hide I'd been beat

And I still remember 'Bazooka Joe'
To the rescue.
The tastes and the smells, of a little kid's tales,
Paint a fresco...

'Mighty Mouse' was always on his way
But 'Little Joe' always saved the day
The 'Twilight Zone', beckoned me to stay
So I did...

And even as a little kid, I shifted zones, and often hid
Behind white sheets, in the 'Twilight Zone'
The ghostly figure, of
A child alone

60 years later, that burning-leaf smell
Reminds me of 'Bazooka', and those years spent in hell...
And the geese flying south, and the skies turning grey
Are not very far away.
.
Those memories from a child all alone...
Are never very far away...