Autumn Poem by RICHARD LAVELLE

Autumn



autumn is here
the leaves on the trees are
turning to gold the
autumn of our lives is
here
our hair is turning
grey soon we
will drift to the
ground like
the leaves of
autumn piled high
to
be
burned so will
our memories slowly turn
to ashes
as our
hair turns
grey

Monday, November 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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