Leaf

Posted on Posted in Poetry

Like a new leaf to the tree we cling, then slowly grow and learn of life. Enduring woes soon grind us down and, grudging, we accept the hand we’re dealt.

The struggle now is over;

The futility is clear;

The tree of life abandons us;

Our grip is one of fear.

Cast off now, we succumb

And float upon the wind.

This is the freedom we strove for.

The truth we can’t rescind.

 

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