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Leaves of Fall

As we grow older,
it tends to get colder.
Frozen thoughts on a reality we must face,
begin to thaw.

The more we live,
the less time we have to give.
Dreams that have kept us warm on Summer nights,
begin to fade as does our season,
bringing about the Fall.

Be it as it may,
we defy the changes in ways.
A changing road for some,
a road that never changes for others.

Looking ahead,
to this time we now dread.
Afraid to give away this life we've loved,
for a new one,
we feel smothered.

Where did the time go when we needed it most?

Surrounded by the love of friends,
the kind that stay loyal until the end.
Does this make it any easier,
to leave it all behind?

Is that what it means to "grow-up"?
Or is this simply: growing old.

I could not do this.
I would not ask you to go through this.
Although bound to different roads,
we choose not to see,
we choose to stay blind.

But I too must look,
into my life's book.
But maybe I could hold on,
to one Summer dream.

Before all the dreams of my youth have gone,
could I delay this road I'm on?
Keeping all that I love,
and holding on to a better part of me?

When the Summer has ceased,
I will look to the trees.
The leaves of what was begin to change.
Beautiful are the new colors,
I am saddened as the old colors fade.

As they begin to fall,
I must watch them all.
A first leaf falls, then a second,
a memory, a reminder.
Will there be anything new,
from the old that we've made?

Could I save the last leaf?
Call it my hopes, my dreams?
The leaves descend faster as time pushes Fall.
What does this all mean?

Times of youth must never die.
I will try to keep one last leaf,
drifting in the sky.

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