Oh hell, now June is here so soon it means

That soon it means to get darker again

Enjoy the last three weeks of increased beams

For then the orb we orbit turns just when

The light we worship seems a trusted friend

For its far distant frightening winter home

Growing shadows bestow their death kiss; end

Approaches in its dread red and white form

With frosty beard and funeral bells. Now comb

Your thinning hair and don’t forget sun cream

You mustn’t let your skin peel off. Back when

You were young you could burn and smoke and roam

But now stay safely home, avoiding scenes

Your oxygen, your lifeline, is your pen