Thoughts of Autumn
Friday 9/30/2022
Time melts away all
worry, happy, youth, sorrow,
soon enough, even the path,
on which we stand,
others have stomped on,
will be washed away
Blades of grass will wither,
hair will grey, body will slow,
but if luck kisses you
forefathers will come down
and ask you to follow
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