Fallen Leaves

Fallen leaves on this pathway

some brown or yellow green

Shine on this sunshine mellow

remind me of what things have been

Of the days I was a young fellow

Of the fleeting images I have seen

Of trains and buses and trite

Of people and their unseen might

Of rivers that whistle a song

but quietly and all night long

Campfires, dances and rosy flowers

broken huts, shining towers

Fallen Leaves on this pathway

some cracked some a mossy mess

Varied like the people I have met

People whom I couldn't like any less

Or those trapped within hatred's net

Of children and their innocent games

Of fights that ended before sunset

people with forgotten faces and names

Weird ideas and unbeleivable powers

wary incidents but certain to the core

Waking to watch those midnight showers

I could never walk that way anymore

Fallen Leaves on this pathway

as they dry down to meet the dust

Like myself at my finest hour

Fleeting seconds that count my breath

As I watch down from this ivory tower

60 seconds before my death