Halloween Morning
Halloween
morning
But it seems
like night
Days are shortening
We’re missing
some light
I think of Halloweens
When I was a
child
Of costumes of
ghosts
Or anything
wild
Of our pillow-slip
bags
Being filled
with candy
Having an
abundance of sweets
Was fine and
dandy
Of friendly
neighbors guessing
who you were
O, the years
Have become a
blur
And now no one
comes
Knocking at our
door
We go to bed
early
And begin to
snore
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