Watching out my window
the leaves begin to play
flashing colors of brilliance, entertain me
as my mind begins to sway

suddenly all my yesteryears
flicker across my mind stage
where an old burnt out playwright
is turning one last page 

I pray this tale
does not end
with bitter tears and things unsaid
I leave this world with my head held high
for I loved and laughed more than I cried

~ Jennifer Whitenight ~
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