The withering leaf

Whever I get old I hope no one forgets about me,and just walks on by like I'm an old oak tree. Though my skin is all wrinkled and my hair is gray if you come talk to me ill have plenty to say. I can tell you some of the things I've experience in my life,or we can help each other with energy and strife. Some times i get lonely its not in my head. You see. I have no one to call and my friends are all dead. They've all gone to heaven a place i long to see, where we'll play bridges and have cookies and tea. We'll talk about
old times, both good and bad. Things that made us happy and things that made us sad. So when you look at me there is wisdom

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