The last leaf upon the tree

I always seem to be

the last leaf clutching to the tree;

bemoaning the mother who will have forsaken me –

she forsook all my brothers and sisters, you see.


I await the next strong gust of wind

that will carry me away;

I really don’t want to go,

I know I shall not stay.


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