In the still of the night
and quiet of my day
I long not for endurance
but choose to fade away
silently I conform to a whispered thought
and hang on a little longer to departure sought
What seems to be golden is but dulling brass
and glitter on going shines but awhile
as I have dimmed from yesterday
for as I heard no clang nor clatter
I moved about willingly
My life in golden years, slips by speedily
as a shooting star
never knowing where I started nor getting anywhere
but I put my stamp on earth, and I paid my dues
I am like an Autumn leaf silently dancing in the breeze
floating freely with nothing now holding me
to escape in silence will hold a golden charm
and as a golden maple leaf I become unattached
to in silence and beauty fly alone.
As silence being golden I yearn for my Autumn day
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