I Succumb
By Jay Dom
I am an old oak tree,
The summer’s greens have faded.
Youth has traded its energy
and surrendered to life’s breeze.
This is evident in my leaves,
the ones that fall with every gust.
Succumbing to life’s tease,
Now brown and bare is this old oak tree.
Fly sweet leaves of memories,
ride the breeze with no care.
Leave me here, a victim of the seasons,
To leave for youth you have all reasons.
I succumb to the growing cold,
I can no longer provide any life.
I find with time my mind grows old
and loses grip with each leaf that falls.
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