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And so it came,
the autumn of my years.
As we age gracefully
bits of our existence filter out
as leaves fall from a sturdy tree.
The beautiful flowers ( family)
comes out best
when a man invests his blood,
body and soul
Lead a life that will leave
pieces of yourself,
to be remembered by.
Indira Pant Singh
The glorious season of age settles in
like the hues of autumn leaves
that brighten the golden.
As the last leaf blows
from this well seasoned tree,
all that will remain are memories of me.
Here I sit in my chair without care
as my memory leaves me little by little,
gone with the winds of time.
Life wither but memories always linger.
Pooja Abhay Nirmal
Old-age is that beautiful stage
where the only worrying load
on your back is karma,
clear them and fly.
The seeds of our deeds
blossom with age,
Lyn Coffey- Emerling
I sit here thinking
I am losing little pieces of myself.
Soon I’ll be just a memory.
In the autumn of my life
It’s the Blue Sunset of his life.
Like the Autumn leaves in the fall,
true beauty is only seen after death.
Reflecting and sitting back
in the fall of life,
as memories laden leaves
wither away far from me.
Alone in my chair,
I seek relief.
Thinking of my life
falling away like a leaf.
The elderly’s despondency and isolation,
mimics the maple tree’s cycle of defoliation.
pieces of leafs I leave this life in peace.
Sadly some sit and wait as seasons change.
Time blows us like leaves
until we once more become stars dust.
As old dreams fly away like the Seasons of fall.
I open my mind to a season of refreshment
flowing inwards like butterflies!
As you get older enjoy the seasons,
The season of life, love and change.
No matter how tall and tough is the tree,
it will reach the point that all its leaves will fall
and eventually dies.
Slowly fading away
we also change,
The entry into the winter
of our lives blows away
the remaining autumn leaves
from our thoughts
The fall before the endless cold.
We lose our pieces over a lifetime;
motes of dust in the air
eternally swirling around those that loved us.