As the autumn leaves falls on the ground,
From what was the beginning,
Is now the end,
Why did I not question then,
The value of our love?
For value holds a price,
That can cost a lot,
When love goes astray,
Why could you not,
Turn over onto a new leaf,
That would have been asking too much,
I know what that means,
For knowing what we were,
Then to try and change that,
Was as if to say,
I knew you not at all,
So,
Remembering,
September falls,
Like the changing of the leaves,
That in Autumn fall off the tree's,
So,
Did we,
Fall,
Fall away,
Leaving,
With no real goodbyes,
Knowing,
All was lost,
So,
We changed,
When,
September came,
Around again,
Why did I not question then,
The value of our love?
For value holds a price,
That would have cost a lot,
When a love goes astray,
Like falling leaves,
We tarnished our names,
September came,
T'was then,
In Autumn,
We faded away.
Ellen Ni Bheachain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september-42/
