Falling Leaves

It's that time of year when all the leaves fall And the colors are brilliant and bold I remember when I was younger, you see Boy, the stories that I haven't told Maybe right now, is the time to reveal A story that no one else knows A story about my childhood days That was not pretty with how the wind blows I was about ten, I believe, was the time I got up to see the leaves fall But, someone interrupted me, for sure He told me to come stand by the wall I did as he told me, so scared, as I was My hands in the clinch of a fist I saw things I didn't want to see My eyes were in such a mist He looked and touched and that wasn't all He made me do "things" to him The violation that took place Was so dirty and nasty and dim So, when I think about the leaves falling It takes me back to a childhood time That doesn't make any sense to me For there was no reason or rhyme