CRIMSON TIDES AND AUTUMN LEAVES
The seasons change and minutes tick by
Living life until the day we die
Crimson tides and autumn leaves
Minutes falling like droplets from a sieve
Grasping as hard as the hand will grip
Wanting to stop them as through the fingers they slip
The day comes when we hear each click
That sound of the closing hours leaving tick by tick
So many dreams of things we want to do
The list is long and the hours are few
Every bite is savored as if it is the last
Every scent devoured and every shadow cast
The crimson tides and the autumn leaves have a clock
And like us humans, all will hear the last tick tock
danLrene 2012
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