The Old Ones Fall

The Old Ones Fall

A Poem by ObscurityNone
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Misinterpretation of an old man.

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Do you think that in autumn, when a leaf falls from a tree, that is old, and withered, it just waits to be swept away with the wind? It displays its colors, elegantly, and with those of its kind. They show everyone the beauty of the world. You too can do this, the wisdom, the experience, the knowledge, the history you carry.

© 2012 ObscurityNone


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just brilliant.... it reminds me of one of walt whitman's poems about the mature woman being more beautiful, the beauty is in the experience and what that offers.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ObscurityNone

12 Years Ago

Hmm.. Interesting.
Circe

12 Years Ago

yes, you're a wise one!
ObscurityNone

12 Years Ago

Heh, well I am glad you think so, thanks.

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Added on October 12, 2012
Last Updated on October 13, 2012
Tags: Old, Withered, Fall, Life

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ObscurityNone

San Jose, CA



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