My life

My life

My life is like an autumn leaf,

Blown away by the windy breeze

As I fly apart from my roots

Autumn leaves would be totally strewn

Amongst rabble behind my lovely park

Where many lovers daily come

Trample and without a sound

They strip naked stark.

I was once a lovely leaf

Now but alas a crushed one

Of no use to anyone

The morning dew

Comes and moistens my lips

It beacons me to come alive

I am now trodden and sodden

Where can there be a new life?

As the morning wind blows

It takes me further, further away

In a ditch of eternal time

My shreds will nurture

None will be able to me suture.

Then the snow will bury me

None will ever remember

For I would be just

Another autumn leaf

There will be none left

To comfort

Ere it’s the month of December.