The days are getting
Cooler and I'm perturbed
By these moonless nights.
Soon autumn will arrive in
Its rusted glory.
I think of these star-crossed times
And wonder about
The future. O will we be
Able to function
Normally like we once did
Before this blight?
Heaven knows, things are so hard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem