I have come to Autumn

I Have Come to Autumn

Circles of friends have become thin...
friends who once kept the warmth in
So many of them now...
just living on memory’s wind

and I...

I have come to Autumn...

clutching at my friends...
trying to hold on...
not ever wanting them...

gone

I have come to Autumn...

There is no stopping care...

even when it is too much to bear
If it is true...when one grows old...

memory’s wind becomes cold

I may welcome Autumn...