A Poem - Fall Expectations by starcitywriter
With leaf rake in hand I set out to the yard
To gather the leaves that had blown from afar.
A fierce wind sent leaves swirling untamed by my effort
Moments of calm gave brief hope and some comfort.
Waiting whirlwinds teased and laughed all the while
To dash my expectations of neatly stacked piles.
I accepted the futility of gathering every one
So with new-found wisdom I gently helped them along.
I realized that life is an attempt at neat piles
And that one fierce wind can scatter dreams for a mile.
Wouldn't it be better if all could agree
To just help them along as they fall from the tree.
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