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The autumn leaves continue to tumble

as I walk across the street

the lamposts look wisely upon me

while I look to draw the heat.

High tides and oceans tumble

as society changes my view

horrid nightmares of losing control

are slowly coming true.

The rough and tough look now gone

my hair has turned disheveled and gray

I turn my back on the world

and look at myself in disarray

the individual i once was

the innocence is gone

looking into the dark october sky,

praying for a new dawn.