Fall

Rich and pretty, tough and wise—
I've seen them all—
though close to me,
cling hard to what they were
until they'd fall.

And as they made it to one knee
to do it all again—
I, continued being me,
lover of sun and hearts, a friend.

And with the moon and birds
and unknown, prodding me along—
I hope they learn I'm more,
concern for all,
than, being strong.

And as they down and up and down,
I awestruck, carried on—
during their slow repeats
and stars too neat
until I'm gone.

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Copyright ©2005 Robert Fulton Laird
Website: www.flatsongs.com

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