In Memory of....
A life is like a leaf,
Each has it's own hue.
Yesterday I watched a leaf fall,
It's colors still bright against the thick October fog.
All are sad to see a leaf fall,
For it foreshadows cold winter up ahead.
However, without the color of death,
The beauty of life would remain hidden.
I shall always remember transitional September,
When summer seemed only a second ago
And October a lifetime away.
I wait to see you in unending spring.
And see you in the green freshness of life.
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