Withering leaves

Autumn Splendor – Boston, Massachusetts
The leaves of age turn brown
wilting slowly, they soon sail down
As they wither and fall to the ground
they decay; are never again found
 The leaves of young proudly rejoice
and they flourish in one loud voice
As if they were the ones of choice
since they are firm; resilient poise
They snicker upon the leaves of old
pride and arrogance they firmly hold
Sitting high above they’re ever so bold
they jibe and jeer as if being told
As the leaves of old wither
they extol aloud with no dither
Your time is near, they utter
soon you’ll all be lining the gutter
For in time, all life shall perish
time you ought to sacredly cherish
You’re the moments; soon diminish
and sooner or later, you’re finished

Author: J. Sam Barr

Greetings from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

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