Autumn leaves of gold
Creating soft, warm cushions
To shield from the cold
Grey November sky
Temperature is dipping
Time for ducks to fly
Squirrels scamper on
Weeping in the willows shade
Thought of days forgone
sky flowered bloomed
rain in the torrent
fragrance of the thunder
frenzy of dreams
showers of the lightning
drenched heart silent
awaiting for
your sweetness, softness
soothing and refreshing
fear is foregone
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Keep inventing, strive for more
Create past the point of boredom, it's all from the core
The great wall, a human invention, can be seen from space
An ancient civilization made that impact, why stop striving for the stars if that's the case?
A message to the mad, a message to the sane
We must work together to continue, that much is plain
Wonder why? Wonder Why not?
Stay in that place, stay there to rot
Indecision claims too many lives
Indecision nullifies what it means to be alive
Think about how to grow
Think about the right way to go
Act upon it before it becomes surreal
Trust your heart, truly listen to how you feel
The forgone days of my youth are spent
Replaced by memories of that day.
When my back was strong and unbent
Before time had left its mark this way.
My eyes, once sharp, now have dimmed
And spoken words oft need repeating.
I'm as a ship with her sails untrimmed
My deeds, most time, are self defeating.
Those things that once I took for granted
I now find difficult at this late day.
Modernistic views appear as slanted
And youthful morals are in deep decay.
The night comes quick but lingers long
And pain captures most sleep and rest.
The music I hear could be my swan song
Signaling me to live daily with zest.
I was gone b- four
they knew it
I had a sense
of in-tu-it,
And no one caught on,
That I was somehow gone,
And, this, this life, I blew it.
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