The Autumn leaves are gathering at my feet,
Have I the courage to kick them like a kid.
Could I lay down and cover myself in leaves.
The Rain is washing them down the street,
I live regretting the things I never did,
My Life is just the nightmare of what one man believes.
Was I bold enough for my own destiny,
Or did I cower at the Rising of the full Moon,
And fail at every hurdle and every dream.
I look back at the bare tree in misery,
And weep that the Winter will be here soon,
And I will have another chance to scream.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Comments1
Beautiful in its pain.
Thank you for sharing 🙂
Thank you so much
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