The maple leaves in Autumn
Lends a pensive mood;
It’s caused me to be solemn
Not just feeling good
Lovely leaves in different hues
Appear to confuse
Someone who’s colour blind
Finds it hard to view
In the autumn of our lives
Time seems more precious
If only we were wise
And less suspicious
Life’s like a jig-saw puzzle
Each age a season
If only we’d just nuzzle
It’d be so glee-son
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