The Old Leaf

Worthwhile

A single yellowed leaf,

Swinging to and fro

Hanging by a thread.

Never again, would it grow

Someday, someday, is that what I'll be?

Blistered, cracked, worn.

Lifeless and torn.

Never again the same old me?

My gaze fell upon the great willow tree,

Which, although bare,

Would once again shoot up straight and free,

Upon the sun's hot glare

My lips stretched into a slight smile,

Although my world might be infested and vile,

I'll do my service, the little that I could -

And make it all worthwhile…