Fear of the future

There will come a time

So soon when all you knew

Will disappear into being

An idea, and not more, Nor

will you recall your plans/affairs

But before it all washes

As sand down the red gully

You will sit on the grass

With your deepest friends

And a yellow leaf will fall

Onto your lap and through

Teary eyes you will tell

The changing season

I accept you