Tonight was fun. After soccer for a couple of hours we headed back to my room for poker! I wasn't not in it today; perhaps because I was talking on FB with people during the first or other things on my mind… in any case tonight was not my night. I do not have much to say today. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, tonight I wrote a poem. I'll share it as no one reads this anyway and do not have to face criticism. (If there actually is someone out there reading this please do criticize it, really, I'd appreciate it)

The last leaf to fall from mighty oak

So late, it does seem a cruel joke

For it does not fall when things die

Nor beneath white flake hide

It falls when things take flight

When passions flames alight

With trees new bud progress

The green grass it does caress

There on the ground it is alone

It's match, unknown

Well this is my simple post tonight. I will leave it here and leave you to your own conclusions about the poem.

 

A Leaf A Struggling Stranger