Just a Leaf: blowing in the wind

Just a Leaf is a collection of rambling thoughts prompted by a blog entry in WordPress by my great friend Giselle Roeder, author of We Don’t Talk About and Forget Me Not. The title of the blog was Change of Seasons, and can be found here: 
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/14227125/posts/1173822547
She ended it with the comment, “…I am next in line, just a leaf blowing in the wind.” And my thoughts were off and running.
To all who have Alzheimer’s or who have a family member suffering Alzheimer’s.

Like the gusting wind
Swirling eddies of autumn leaves,
My rhyme scheme circles round
My thoughts are not anchor bound.
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Just a Leaf

Autumn leaves all turn to gold,
My life to live in fashion bold,
The wind will take me from the cold
And my story will be told.

Autumn leaves, all my memories turn to gold.
Autumn leaves, they’re blowing in the wind,
My shuffling feet, they stir them up to dance
And I am just a leaf, a blowing in the wind.

Each leaf a picture of the past,
Each one a face of one now gone,
Each one a memory to last,
Each a light that so brightly shone.

But I see the smile of newborn ones
And I see my dreams just drift away
And I pray for another season
To give me another reason
For blowing in the wind.

I’m just another leaf, I’m blowing in the wind,
The breezes takes me from my past,
They blow me to a season yet to come:
The breeze is blowing much too fast.

I wish this season long to last,
My life can beat another drum.
I’m just a leaf a blowing in the wind
My turn has come, I’m next in line,
I’m just a leaf a blowing in the wind.

Autumn leaves all turn to gold,
My life to live in fashion bold,
The wind will take me from the cold
And my story will be told.

Like a leaf just a blowing in the wind,
The last one left this autumn round,
My fellow leaves are on the ground,
I want to live to face the wind.

My memories will also turn to gold
To comfort me as they unfold,
And I will build a future yet untold
To share with you to share with yours,

And build new dreams with autumn leaves,
That drift like magic on the breeze
And visit back upon the trees
To greet next year’s new spring leaves.

Autumn leaves are drifting now
And I’ve become the next in line,
And though I’m feeling very fine,
I’m just a leaf a blowing in the wind.

But before I go, before I glow
In my autumn dress, I will stay
Long enough to see you through
With your plan for life, the one you drew.

You see my time is coming soon
I’m starting now to lose my rhyme
I started off oh so smooth
But now I have no more to prove.

I’ll see you then, be with you when
We meet from the drift upon the wind,
In the scatter pile of leaves of old,
Autumn leaves, and memories of gold.

Autumn leaves drop off by age
And I am now the next leaf in line;
How long do I have before the wind
Carries me, carries me?

Autumn leaves all turn to gold,
My life to live in fashion bold,
The wind will take me from the cold
And my story will be told.

CREDITS: Top picture: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Nature-19-5-102727363
Middle Picture: http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/view-image.php?image=26157
Bottom Picture: https://www.pinterest.com/sun_and_shadow/the-beauty-of-fall/