I used to have a lot of friends
Many leaves upon my tree
But time has taken all of them
and left me just with me

The wind has taken others
and some depart when sick
a few just up and left
but, others have been picked

And as the autumn greets me
I have no leave to lose
To lie, to die, to try to live.
Somehow, I cannot choose.

And I, in my confusion;
Of one thing I am sure.
Autumn leaves, just like my leaves
and I warmer once before.