The Old Summerdays

Once, awaited summer days,
Now, a thorn to every eye.
Scorching heat, closely followed by,
As one cannot look up in the skies.

The past held sweeter times,
Where every soul danced with joy.
At present, the warmth is so high,
A single soul cannot peacefully lie.

Summer, once a farmer's holiday,
Now feels like punishable days.
As one starts to work in the day,
Sick and unwell, he begins to lay.

Of past summers, only a handful knew,
A joy so great, felt by a few.
Drowned in dreams as nights began to fly,
Awakened by the early morning dew.

Author's Note

Have fun reading 📚 😊

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