What can be said about autumn?
It's not like summer full of sun,
Not winter glittering with snow,
Not spring with all its joy and fun.
But being often quite unpleasant
Because of cold rain and dirt
Sometimes it gives such little presents
As fall of leaves or flight of birds.
It makes you feel at once some sorrow
That you have lost but haven't gained,
That people's life is just like borrowing
And all is to be paid or pained.