It is the time of autumn falls again
Dappled leaves change
Greens yellowing to fiery flames
Dancing on branches
Whipped by winds and rain
They flood the gutters and foot paths.
Children run and kick up the piles
In delirious joy, they fall and roll
Together in the leaves, scarves flying
So securely, they are attached
To life, binding together the good times
With little thought or careful planning
While others age
Their memories wither and die
Like leaves falling from trees
Yet unlike the trees,
Their minds will not blossom anew
In the spring turgid with green buds
Sprouting those broad flat leaves,
But remain starkly branched limbs
Breaking off pieces continually
Stretched and pleading for mercy
Against a bleached blue sky
When words shrink and shrivel to nothingness
For some, becoming aged is to die
A thousand deaths in one life.
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