OctPoWriMo #29 – The Last Leaf

Winter’s winds are coming,
Friends scattered on the breeze.
I remain here stoic:
The last leaf on the tree.

I’ve clung on for so long,
It’s all I know to do.
Life has lost all meaning
Without my dear love true.

I’m browning at the edge,
The green is draining fast.
Summer’s strength is fading.
How long will I last?

I’ve withstood many storms
But no more can resist.
The final wind is coming.
I hope I will be missed

 

Written for OctPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was “drawing to a close”.

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Happy Birthday To Me! (poem)

Today is my birthday
My age gone up by one.
The hair went long ago,
And I never was much fun.

Will this milestone change me?
I feel old, and I ache.
It’s much the same as yesterday.
Now pass the birthday cake!

 

 

 

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