The tree does bend as winds do blow <br />A chill December air, <br />And yet a lonely leaf remains <br />Upon the dormant bough, <br />It's withered dry yet still it clings <br />By thread that's growing frail, <br />That soon will break it cannot last <br />Its end is nearing now. <br /> <br />For there it hangs so limply yet <br />Keeps moving back and forth, <br />And sympathy does fill my heart <br />It could be me that's there, <br />When in the autumn of my life <br />My best days all behind, <br />With nothing to look forward to <br />Its loneliness I share. <br /> <br />I rest against the mighty trunk <br />And look towards the sky, <br />Through dark and twisted talons <br />Which cast shadows on the land, <br />Yet still the lonely leaf remains <br />And bravely lingers on, <br />Yet I shall wait for it to fall <br />To catch it in my hand.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lonely-leaf/
