Robert William Service Leaves Poems

Why should I be the first to fall
Of all the leaves on this old tree?
Though sadly soon I know that all
Will lose their hold and follow me.
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When they shall close my careless eyes
And look their last upon my face,
I fear that some will say: "her lies
A man of deep disgrace;
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The leaves are falling one and one,
Each like a life to me,
As over-soonly in the sun
They spiral goldenly:
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