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Young Leaflet

Today, The wind brought to me a young leaflet  Plucked rudely by an unknown hand  Or by some  juvenile beasts play-fighting after a rare bellyful Or else by man in his aimless carnage  Carelessly lashing out on trees Which knew nothing of his morning row with the missus Who decided to call in sick at the height of her master's need Or rather a meteorite in its blazing fall from the heavens Happened on the helpless tree, making a carcass of this brittle leaf What about the havoc of a sudden rainstorm? Could it have toppled a baby leaf while leaving aged ones hanging on mother tree? ? As the leaf floated lazily towards my feet It awoke the words that father told me That a young leaf may sometimes fall to the ground  Before an aged leaf And there lives the irony of life.

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Date: 1/9/2018 8:19:00 PM
Esson, so much thought into your poem. I'm pleased to read your poetry all over again. I love the eye opening... Always, Linda
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Esson Alumbugu
Date: 1/9/2018 11:14:00 PM
Linda! Thanks a million for stopping by to read and leave such kind words. It's no surprise everyone loves you. Cheers!