Moving On Poem by michael Smajda
Moving On
The leaf on the tree,
Fearing its destiny,
Remained on the limb, refusing to fall.
Despite Autumn's breeze,
Coming Winter's freeze,
Stubborn leaf would not fulfill nature's call.
When flurries came and went,
The same leaf's time was spent
On the very same branch, found frozen still
If you do not move on,
Survival mode will be gone.
Too, like the leaf, your future will be nil.
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