Leaves

I am in HS
The autumn
In San Antonio
Is beautiful and
Cool but when I get
Home I find my mother
Has posted another drawing
Over the phone in the central
Hallway a drawing of several
Leaves falling one of which
Says, “The leaves, the
Leaves, the leaves.”
A hint I am behind
In raking the yard
But as I think on
That drawing
Fifty years
Plus ago
I think
Of
All my
Friends
Gone over
The years each
A bright leaf in the
Wind soaring through
Life until at rest and
I suppose all of my
Old friends are
Soaring still
As I am
And
We
Intend
To enjoy
Life each
Day still young
At heart still able
To laugh at a joke
A story or at ourselves.
Of course, after this
Election some of
Us will get to
Chuckle a
Little bit
More.