The leaves lie thicker on the path
Than the last time I passed.
I can not count them.
But, like we men
All leaves fall
And rhymes
End
The leaves lie thicker on the path
Than the last time I passed.
I can not count them.
But, like we men
All leaves fall
And rhymes
End
Very true, Kevin. Autumn is a reminder of our mortality.
I love the way you finish with the word ‘end’ on a separate line. It gives it more power.
Many thanks for your kind comment, Vivienne. I’m delighted you like my poem and I appreciate your feedback.