It looks like the autumn is loosing its colors,
Fallen leaves are mixing with dirt.
Trees before were green, like the wallet with dollars,
Now they are empty, and it even hurts.
The skies from light blue turned to heavy grey.
We are closer to winter, farther from summer,
And I know, my wife is going to say: “Oy- vey,
You are like autumn – getting bolder and dumber!”
It’s supposed to be a joke, but who knows…
Each joke has a huge part of truth,
And I hate to see my autumn so close,
And I have so little to gain and so much to loose.