As In Life... # 7 (The Tree)
As summer sighs into autumn
Green leaves meander to beige
Finally a flourish or crimson
As the parks are all set ablaze
The wind clears the fall from the benches
An old couple sit holding hands
Survivors of lifes battle trenches
Recounting yesterdays plans
He saw in her eyes she was weary
She asked, “You won’t ever leave me alone”?
“You’re not even close, not nearly”
And they shuffled the long path home
As autumn decayed into winter
Sucking the colour from life
No autopsy or a disinter
Just alone in the park with no wife