Falling days, falling days,
falling faster and faster.
Like leaves from a late autumn tree,
spiraling down so perfectly.
I run and jump from one to another,
some days only catching an edge.
Pulling myself up I come to find,
It’s time to jump to the next.
Other days are more leisurely,
offering myself a moment or two,
to collect a few thoughts, or sing a song,
and then write them down for you.
A day’s a day in any way through,
Some are bleak, some are blue,
But this day was special, as I hope you’ll find true,
because these humble words get to meet you!
. .. ... ..... ........ .............. ......................... © 2014 John Allen Richter .........................
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