Taking Before Giving

by: Byron J. Turner

The leaves fall down like summer rain

After April showers

Before May flowers.

With every minute gained

Their life is drained

For winter is a coward.

He sneaks behind the peaceful season

And robs him blind of his trees and grass

But no one grieves them

Because

For every leaf that is erased

There are long sleeve sweaters and presents in its place.

Then the jolly man returns to the north

Only 365

Until he can once again come forth

But wait, what have we here

There are missing sheep

For that of next year is a leap!

Just a little something I thought I'd share

Life and all its beauties are very pleasing to the senses.


The fact that I am made of flesh and bones alone is proof that I am susceptible.


Bring to me someone who has never window shopped and I shall show you a blind man.


Do not concern yourself with the item I pick up but what I leave with.


I promise you I will never forget what I came hear for.