Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Somebody somewhere... for me???

Was thinking of old friends today

And how many of them have slipped away.

Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,

Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.

It reminded me of falling leaves.

Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.

Some stay longer than others, but eventually -

Each leaf must fall, I'm told,

Leaving the tree alone to face the cold.

Why is it that in the time of utmost need

The leaves would seek to leave the tree?

And when we need our friends around

We look and they can not be found?

Of course these friendships come and go

And in the spring new leaves will grow.

But I prefer autumn friends of old

With crackling laughter and colors bold.

It saddens me now I must admit

How somehow, someway, I did forget

Laughing with old friends of mine

During summers when the sun would shine.

And then I thought of you.

That one stubborn leaf that won't let go.

That clings despite the winds that blow.

Fighting ice, and snow,

and winter's stings Hanging on right through till spring.

So I guess that's what you are to me -

The very last leaf to leave the tree.

I know it seems silly, but it's true.

When I see that last leaf...I think of you.

4 comments:

Kit said...

Beautiful poem man, but for me, rather than being the tree and counting my leaves in autumn, I wannabe the leaf itself, on someone else's tree.

Same thing, isn't it? :)

Kim said...

I would love to be the tree if u don't mind begin the last leaf.

Anonymous said...

"Somebody somewhere... for me???"

When I see that last leaf...I think of you.

I would love to be the tree if u don't mind begin the last leaf.

If that last leaf would ever understand......

Kim said...

Thanks for dropping by anonymous.
A leaf sure does know its tree, and the tree does know its last leaf.
I dont mind being the leaf. The last leaf. Who wouldn't shed till his life ends... till he dries out... who was company till he died.
But I promised you to be the tree not the leaf....
Hope you, the last leaf, would understand....