I Surely Do

It’s spring.
Leaves sprout, unfold, unfurl;
You are born;
You broke the mold,
They say.
You think so, too.
Spring turns to summer.
Leaves turn from
Pale green to bright green;
They call you a green horn;
But from youth
You will soon be shorn,
Growing up, growing out,
Taking it all in
Believing life is ever “I win,” then
“Win/win.”
From summer, inevitably, fall
Falls;
Green to yellow and then blood-red;
Sorrows — there are no barred holds.
Loved ones dead.
Vulnerable to all — your life begins to fold.
You learn you didn’t break
The mold;
Your genes begin to haunt
You from ancestors of old;
Winter arrives,
First snow, always a surprise,
Things in life — likewise.
And then the bone chilling cold
Stays and stays.
Leaves curl, furl and fall
And nothing stays
Forever
Including you.
You now know that;
You leave in peace
Having said, “Please forgive me.
I forgive you. I love you.
I surely do.”

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