Last Leaf

spring smelled pretty 

there were no cares

now I am the last leaf

twisting in December air

the season tells me 

I know I am dying

another spring, I will not see

but I am hope, trying

the day is close where I lose my grip 

and begin to fall

chapters ends, chapters begin

no sense in running from life’s protocol

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