Sometimes <br />I’m a fragile autumn leaf <br />Blowing through your city <br />And crumbling at your door. <br /> <br />Theirs is nothing <br />I can do anymore <br />To change who I am <br />Or to alter how I feel, <br />To disguise my face <br />Or conceal my tears. <br /> <br />I’ve only lived <br />To write a few poems <br />And to walk the streets <br />That witnessed our love. <br /> <br />When these limited days <br />Have vanished <br />Like a waking dream, <br />My sad voice <br />Will still be heard. <br /> <br />I hope you listen.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hope-you-listen/
