When Autumn Comes

When Autumn comes and visits me
And Summers end I can foresee
Remaining years are on the wane
Cherished days won’t come again
My shackles soon set free

Life like the deciduous tree
Watching it’s adornment flee
While embracing falls refrain
When Autumn comes

When I respond to the decree
 And feel the chill wash over me
When I no longer can remain
My life no longer can sustain
I’ll with my soul to heaven flee
When Autumn comes 

Originally published August 2012


About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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One Response to When Autumn Comes

  1. Sonya Kassam says:

    Autumn is not a good season to “flee”

    I felt sad reading this…


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