Autumn Leaves

in strength’s aging wane as joints ache with pain lies a heart still and pensive beneath hands folded restive and as thoughts ponders life against a calendar of strife the eyes brim with feelings weary as vision fades in circles teary but then as memory plays sepia thoughts of golden days the heart smiles so ever faintly on moments blessed and loved and saintly of children playing bubbling loud screaming pleasure laughing shout in back-yard pools splashed wetly blue as red stringed kites on breezes flew