Halloween – The Real Ghosts

The Real Ghosts

The real ghosts come
When I’m alone, in Autumn
Of lovers past
Of friends beyond recall

They tell me that
The chill I feel’s a warning
That all of us
Must one day take the Fall

And gray becomes
The glory of the forest
Abandoned is
The bench beside me here

The real ghosts come
In memories by hundreds
With all I lose
With every
Passing
Year

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