Once as a child go through red leaves

knock each small pile no spot of grieves.

Next as a kid no care in life

but to play in all dry red leaves

young age retrieves don't want to grow

no time for leaves I want to go-

play is for kids now I outgrew

I still watch birds while I walk through

leaves get in the way to my work

new dilemmas I am slower.

Now I have kids so I can watch 

them play with leaves, play with hopscotch.

Leaves all around my nursing home

where I have downed so new life blooms

my time has come no rearrange

for I've become victim of change.