In an autumn leaf descending to the earth
Like a lazy parachute landing,
I can see
A thousand little memories, etched imperfectly
Like overcrowded freckles in a smiling face, and
A thousand shades of every color, but grey and yellow
Most profound. And as it’s falling
Like a dying, man
On a bench in a teeming park
Filled with shocked, disbelieving faces trying
To hold back his departing life and
Funnily, even the most skilled rugby player cannot catch it.
His straining wrinkles like the shriveled leaf
Artfully shaped by that clever one
Reveals in its folds a million unique experiences
Reveries, hopes and memoirs all of which
Will be gone as the leaf softly lands.
But- new green leaves shall sprout, new hope reign,
Because, even when a prolonged year ends too soon,
There will follow another happy new year. And another.
And another. That-
Is life.