The Child

The desolate child sits all alone
With no one to talk to; to call his own
The child sits and stares at the brick wall
Murmuring "Everything dies in the Fall…"
But why? Only the child knows…
The child lies down in the dirt
Trying to forget all of the sorrow and all of the hurt
"Everything dies in the Fall…"
Repeated again and again and the child starts to bawl
But why? Only the child knows…
And as the child softly weeps
He drifts off to sleep
Never to open his eyes again
Never again…never again…
And as the boy hearkens the reaper's call,
Floats to the ground, the first leaf of Fall.