When my end arrives I hope I am bathed in goldI want the zest of autumn firing my being
I want the leaves fluttering in the wind
The golden hues need to be reflected on the river
I want to hear the rustle of the leaves
In the trees' canopy
I want the coolness of the sunset
The fates know of my pain
They have been instrumental
They have produced the cacophony
That is the music of my life
I bare no grudge
But I request a moment in time
I want to hear the leaves crunch at life's edge
But feel free to deny me this too
I have resolved to be kind
To be a compassionate human being
No matter what is put on my plate
If you need to test me
I'm at your disposal
My rasion d'etre is perseverance
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