Leaf On The Road
Ah, a leaf on the road, you left your place,
Laying there, no longer worried or give a care.
Are you going to replaced? Yes, it says,
My job is done, banished for the quest never resolved.
Will lay upon the wet road, always wanting,
My story to be told, yet no longer have my color,
For the rest told me I am not required.
So I was told to go to the unknown, a leaf that is done.
The winds may come and the rains will move me,
Yet no one will remember my story.
Was once part of a grandiose design,
Never to stay, will not be a reminder.
Though I will be moved by storms and tempests,
Detached from the rest, I will rot and turn to dust.
Whatever was possible happened, even without a chance.
Allow me to lie here and look on the others above.
How fortunate you are, a leaf on the road,
Just seeing you is a life’s story, a metaphor.
What else is there to think, when life itself is on the brink,
Day after day, we may toil, yet after sometime forgotten.
We are born, we live and shine, then what can there be,
Just leaf on the road, without the chance of going further.
There is no place for you now, to gather the Sun,
The morning is here, now, now you are gone.
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