Leaving

If I were a leaf on a tree..oh how would I leave ..me

leaving me..would make me laugh..leaving for you..

you think.. you ask...no says I to me...you know..

leaving for free..says me..right now..I would leave me..

for me..for sure..if I could be me right now..my word..

you heard? I would fly high..in the sky like a bird..

leaving all the me’s behind..in the world..

when I looked down on me..from up there..I would cry and 

say why..did you stay down there..me in the sky..

would be high and above..looking down on the me

way below with love...you should let go..and fly here..

up with me..that’s what I’d say to the me..on the tree.

by,

T.C.Fulton

This poem is about: 
Me

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