Summer's Gone

This poem is not very good, but it expresses how I feel inside.

Summer's gone,
Like the falling leaves

Swept away
So little remains

That free, free feeling
Of climbing trees

Of kickin it old school
And laying in the street

The empty time
Filled with glee

All that remains now
Is time.

And the time goes on and on
Each day begins and ends

In a blink, in a flash
In a ripple, a flutter.

Moment upon moment
consumed by the drudge

Summer's gone.