September Blues

September a month of evergreen playfulness,

During childhood I do always remember,

September, a name so nice it was sung,

Wake me up when September ends.

Blues away, maladies everywhere,

Flood in Nepal,

Gustav floundered in the States,

And Quakes again in Sichuan.

September a month of woes,

There were never before a malady of many,

September, a name so somber it was sung,

Wake me up when September ends.

There was also a memorial to remember,

Marking the day ended of liberation,

Will we ever be free again?

Wake me up when September ends.