Fall - A Poem By Me
as the leaves fall, I find it hard not to fall myself
as the leaves change, I find it hard to find the old me
as the colors change so does my personality
nature comes, grows, but surely dies
as a widowed wife looks down at a solemn picture of the one she has lost
as an addict opens up a memory book and sees a face without scars and eyes with life
as the ex-pastor sees the dusty bible on the shelf but continues to betray his wife every night
and as the mother sees her child grow up only on happy meals, and only understanding to hide under her bed as daddy hits mommy.
there are some things that will never change, even though the seasons do. as the leaves fall, so do I.