David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
Of Golden Leaves
‘Tis time to mend this wounded heart
Since it slowed to a miniscule beat
To see with my eyes the face of the world
And say ‘hello’ to all I greet.
My days are now of golden leaf
The fruit has passed its sell-by date
And the best of love has now gone,
The distance travelled has been great
And I have sung loves only song.
New hopes and fears now line my path
As I travel down this road alone
And running nature’s ultimate course,
Past mistakes my soul does now atone.
We make a grave in our heart for our sorrow
And wait for a greater peace than we have known
When fear and worry no longer matter
After we have reaped what we have sown.
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