To me, when I have forgotten to love life.
This Autumn I placed a leaf near my work
Area on top my desk. It was red,
And I thought it would be a nice small quirk,
To have something I found in a leaf bed.
As a few days came and went, I noticed
The yellow veins turn into a sick black
That spread to bright red without remotest
Hint that some would remain within the plaque.
I only noticed suddenly that my
Once vibrant red leaf was now brown and crisped
And as I disposed of it I thought why
That, out of all things, a leaf would be missed.
However I realized an awful truth
That everything has fleeting youth.
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