The Leaves.

“The Leaves! The Leaves!”

Came the cry.

I saw him sweeping

Sweeping up the leaves,

No smile on his face,

Every time he swept

The wind would blow,

And the leaves would scatter,

Scatter once more.

“The Leaves! The Leaves!”

He shouted in despair,

Such abject despair.

He swept and swept,

Suddenly the ground was free,

Free from leaves,

He had won,

He had earned his coffee.

Coffee drank,

Paper read,

Outside he went,

The ground was covered,

Covered once more

With leaves.

“The Leaves! The Leaves!”

Came the cry once more,

“When will autumn end!”