Thursday's Thoughts...

Today is Thursday, infinite numbers pass of them before my eyes,

they are all different, but in many ways just the same.

Today there is a  bite to the air, a chill to the breeze, sweet Autum breath.

Trees to shed their fiery tears, what once was green and fresh and new,

         is burned and torn and lost.

A step in growing, they toss away the past to make room for new,

as we clean closets and put away our old clothes, donate our

old toys from childhood past, so long ago, but so near.

We say farewell to their familiar faces, which once gave us comfort,

     yet now live in the space beneath our beds.

Thursday's thoughts, just as any other days' ponderings,

they are all different, but in many ways just the same.

The End

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