You are looking back your ways gone by,
Having many hardships, and during walking the way,
You've met the flowered, windy and high
Uphill, and sometimes rainy day.
You are standing under the colored leaves
And turning around the road with sigh,
But from office to home, like the Liturgical Recitatives,
The road for others, the way you've gone by.
But as the colored leaves are more, beautiful
Than any of the flowers, till you've lived
The life not the flower but the leaf, it's plentiful
Love to your family and others. You've not skived.
But now it's time to look in for yourself,
Till now, you're not decorated flower but the colored
Leaf, and afterward think for yourself,
Please, let's laugh, live with and be flattered.
-Kinsley
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