Last Leaf

                                    Last, lone soldier

                                    Hanging on by one flimsy thread

                                    I am not afraid to fall

                                    But sometimes I wonder

                                    Do those fallen ones regret the life they’ve led?

                                    Do they wish they could start again?

                                    Or crave just a few more moments?

                                    I wonder

                                    Hanging on by one thin tie

                                    To the only life I’ve known

                                    I am the last:

                                    Others are gone, accepting their fate

                                    I am not

                                    I linger still

                                    Wondering

                                    Some let go:

                                    They were ready to leave.

                                    Others were torn, fruitlessly grasping backwards.

                                    Still more surrendered and were blown away

                                         by the rushing winds of time.

                                    I remain

                                    Fiery color flows through my veins

                                    Bright against a stark, gloomy backdrop

                                    My final beauty is timeless

                                    But time is fleeting

                                    One lone being

                                    Holding still

                                    But ready to let go

                                    I fall