hello autumn,
it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you,
and my how things have changed,
the worlds been turned upside down,
completely rearranged
summers over now,
and all we’ve seen is decay,
but aren’t you the time,
when things are meant to go away?
i see it in the burning orange hues of your everyday, these golden browns, so beautiful,
is change in many ways
and change is fast,
it just carries on,
when you want it to slow down,
but in the end,
without our souls,
the earth keeps turning round
so hold me close,
with the time you have,
that I know I won’t get back,
as hindsight is a horrid thing,
when looking at memories you now lack
but autumn, I know that I had,
no chance or choice is making those,
sometimes time is all we have,
just like the measurements of prose
as when that time is over,
as my time comes to an end,
the clocks will still go back,
even though time is pretend
and someone will replace me,
they will have their turn,
as this never-ending machinery,
continues to work and churn
so keep your loved ones by your side,
as you don’t know how long is left,
and in this moment think a while,
of those souls who’ll be bereft
as others souls will still remain here,
even when you are long gone,
as they will still remember you,
just know, they have to carry on
as we all will wilt like leaves one day,
scattered along the floors,
but know when one life closes,
another life opens its doors
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 7:42 AM UTC
hello autumn,
it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you,
and my how things have changed,
the worlds been turned upside down,
completely rearranged
summers over now,
and all we’ve seen is decay,
but aren’t you the time,
when things are meant to go away?
i see it in the burning orange hues of your everyday, these golden browns, so beautiful,
is change in many ways
and change is fast,
it just carries on,
when you want it to slow down,
but in the end,
without our souls,
the earth keeps turning round
so hold me close,
with the time you have,
that I know I won’t get back,
as hindsight is a horrid thing,
when looking at memories you now lack
but autumn, I know that I had,
no chance or choice is making those,
sometimes time is all we have,
just like the measurements of prose
as when that time is over,
as my time comes to an end,
the clocks will still go back,
even though time is pretend
and someone will replace me,
they will have their turn,
as this never-ending machinery,
continues to work and churn
so keep your loved ones by your side,
as you don’t know how long is left,
and in this moment think a while,
of those souls who’ll be bereft
as others souls will still remain here,
even when you are long gone,
as they will still remember you,
just know, they have to carry on
as we all will wilt like leaves one day,
scattered along the floors,
but know when one life closes,
another life opens its doors
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