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 a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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1 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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