AUTUMN

AUTUMN

Can men shed memories like trees in autumn?

But then both pain and joy would be lost

It is true that some are painful to remember,

Yet there is joy to remember and be remembered

Remembrance of friendship and love I shared

But I fear the loss and pain of tragedy

Why can’t life ever have a happy ending?

Stories make them look so...so...easy

The truth is we all live, we all die,

We all perish into the sands of time

Every inch of me shall perish in time

Yet I hope that an inch will survive,

To be remembered in the hearts I once loved.

Or will I also be shed like leaves in autumn?

Elvin Johnpaul

"Can men shed memories like trees in autumn?"