By: Hayet Ben Bada
When
I flash back to the lovely days of september
Where I've kept some dreams and stories to remember
Something like old streets and avenues to wander
Something like my toys when I was younger
I have a fond belief that september will stay
forever
There were many things in september , sweet and
tender
Something like love , something like adventure
Something like childhood , something like the rain,
like water
I like seven things about the 9th month in my
calendar
I like coming home ,waiting for the sweet days of
the winter
I like watching the sad trees weeping and the
silent river
I like to meet my friends again and to start over
I like to smile once more ,I like the fall,I like
its whisper
But my words will not go sailing any farther
And september will be such a nice story told by a
sailor
My boat will be absent tomorrow ,
no september, no december
Because september left us in the lurch with a lot
of bother
I have to leave now ,september was a song,
Written by the end of the summer
September was the last legend,
written by the nights of a teenager
The evenings , the nights of the summer
Were nothing but something from september
