Why the last? I ask.

A poem that asks a great question for our Friday round up

Hey,

I normally feel a bit forlorn coming to the end of August and Summer but I’ve felt it less so this year. Perhaps it's the balmy weather we've had in Manchester (the UK) this last week. Perhaps it's age and the growing realisation that you only get so many of each season (which of course I always knew but rarely paid much heed, the privilege of youth…