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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A quite powerful poem addressing a question i think we all ask at some stage, Enjoyed the read
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Oh the shift and twist followed by that take off! It got going pretty quick. I can only nod in agreement and having been in those shoes, still there it would seem.
Courage can be scary thing.Thanks for commenting compadre
Despair at what might have been. I hear it echoing in this poem. A sense of darkness and shadow where there may have been light. Wonderfully written, it pulls at the emotions of all of us.
Thank you for your insight. It is Always much appreciated
Powerful write David
Thank you for commenting mucho appreciado mi amigo
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