Thursday, April 04, 2013
Leaf like lives
Time and tide we know, they wait for none.
I am writing this at 28, will be 29 soon
and not remain at that for too long.
The green leaf making merry with the wind on the tree today,
Will be crumpled by these hands once they've browned.
Closed fist will open to release what's within.
Once again, merrily, the leaf will wither in the wind.