Leaves

I knew this day would come,

All of these days,

One by one the leaves of my tree,

That family I made,

Here in this city,

They're letting go,

Its like fall,

And they're falling in different trees,

They're making room for new branches,

But I'm still here,

Waiting for my brances to grow,

And I'm looking down at all I've lost,

I knew this day would come,

Pieces of my being,

Still do smell of me,

In their new homes and places,

They remember be,

Like I write of them,

Here, giving fruits of tears,

Reminding all of you, that I too was a lot,

I had all my leaves making me who I am,

And with the fall, I'm changing,

But I'll be here, my leaves will leave,

But I'll be here, 

Someday they'll fall on me. 

And we'll be us again.