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One Day in Late November

I'm done for I said,

As I glimpsed the pale blue sky.

No single thought

No fleeting memory .

Just a deflated sigh.

A single bird flew past,

An autumn ravaged tree.

Gold to brown ,and spindly branches.

While the air grew crisp,

due to the lack of cloud.

The tears welled-up ,

while the head pounded.

For what have I lived my life for ?

I just have no idea, any more,

Best now, it's finished then.

And then he died........

Giajl © Jim Love