theconjob

The leaf starts life in the spring Full of hope, rich with moisture, Matures through the lazy summer A proud green solider Serving deciduous king. Until autumn When its pride fails, Its mood darkens brown, Hangs limp and falls from its master Slowly rotating Through the crisp autumn breeze Down to the kerb To die. There we lie. There we lie.

I am so loose Swaying in the breeze I am the one you will all turn to When you want to feel at ease I embody all intensity Let’s sit down and relate I revel in all this limelight And seek to complicate I am the poison in the air Malice incarnate Target never chosen An imitation of hate I’m not the quiet insecure Scared weakling that I am I’m not the person that I was I am the people that I am

Not even the sun could permeate the cold As it battered against the atmosphere, Calling out in feeble warning, Trying to break in. I, who merely nodded in acknowledgement, accepted the azure chill And proceeded on my way- Meteorological contradictions of no concern. A soft stroke of your delightfully long hair Instilled in me a fresh lease of hope As we joined icy hands and walked, Under the humble trees That I’d seen so often that autumn, To the traffic lights.