The Leaves Of Life Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Leaves Of Life
We,
As lost souls
Try to analyze it all,
We arrive at different roads,
Different answers
For each one,
But none conclusive
Except, for the believer,
For all others, all is theory
Falling Autumn leaves
Full of color and windy fury
Yet, leading, nowhere.
Less analyzing, more drinking (the key is to find the wine that keeps you drunk and sober)
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5/8/2024 4:36:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Splendid poem.Really enjoyed it!