Fall is the season of memories,
For old possibilities resurface,
On these grounds of renewing,
Homages to the people we used to be,
.
Whether it is by being together,
Or just remembering each other,
Nostalgia starts to sink in,
Of things we used to do as kids,
.
Trick-or-treating innocently,
Laughter from all sides,
Going from door to door,
Acquiring confectionery until dark,
.
Carving pumpkins decorating,
Lighting candles in our homes,
Excitement leaving us sleepless,
Painting our faces for show,
.
Do you remember,
Who which now pretends to be,
Someone shaped by society,
For this time of year,
.
We should cease make belief,
Embrace our pasts for a little while,
For nothing is to shame,
Love engraved in those souvenirs.