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Springtime and The Fall of Us All
Springtime and The Fall of Us All
Spring is most certainly an uplifting time,
All around Life growing
With infectious enthusiasm,
But lately I’ve been feeling mine
Beginning to unravel.
I knew it would come eventually
But now I’ve reached the point
Where I could care less
About what I have done
Or who I have become
Simply because it is all
Just so many layers,
Built up, but now being shed.
Maybe “care less” is too flippant
Since I care enough to write this.
So instead, let me say,
I doubt the importance and even reality
Of what I have done and become
And yet am intrigued by what is now.
It’s a feeling of leaves falling
After a long life of strong healthy growth
And a brief few weeks of glorious color,
Leaves falling to reveal a bare frame
With which to face
The even harsher winds to come.
It’s a feeling in the muscles and joints and bones
Of never quite being right
Not from illness, but simply worn-outness.
And it’s a feeling deep in the heart
With associated doubt
Of which is the cause or the effect.
It’s another spring
Perhaps even more beautiful
Than any I can recall,
Yet here I am unraveling at my core
Preparing for the inevitable winter
That awaits us all.
(5/8/25)
Copyright ©
James Moore
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