If we're doing poems about autumn, I'll repost this one:
The Old Man's Autumn
They say come see the colours of autumn,
with the golden leaves upon the trees and those of brown beneath our feet.
I try but I fail.
I see nothing but death and decay
as the forlorn leaves fall to their doom.
They say come see the joyful children trick-or-treating,
with their faces bright and their pockets full of bounty.
I try but I fail.
I see nothing but the frightened pensioner
as there's yet another knock at her door.
They say come see the bonfire and the fireworks,
with bright colours in the sky and sounds like gunfire bursting forth.
I try but I fail.
I see nothing but the terrified pets
as they flee in fear, never to find their way home.
For I am in the autumn of my life
And, like the leaves on the trees,
I know that when autumn comes
Winter beckons all too soon.
[Buenchico, 2016]