Turning Over A New Leaf
I like that fall is multi-colored
kind of gives death a dif
oh what fun a new life is
that death can feed the living.
It’s time for my old self to die
to give new breath to laughter
and as the old me hits the ground
the colored leaves begin to chuckle.
They only ever saw me work
while I was green I did my thing
the thing I was born to do
I didn’t laugh, I didn’t cry
that’s not what men are supposed to do.
but now I’m changing and getting ready
falling with others blown by the wind.
do not cry for me as I am proud as hell
to be among the leaves that fell.
red and amber, gold and brown
giggling gestures, we touch the ground
born again in the seed of truth
when springtime rolls around!
