I met a man today,
One time full of power and influence,
Changing one man’s life with the stroke of a pen.
I, the man,
He, the power monger,
I swore I would dance on his grave, full of hate and disdain.
Today, I met the man,
Depleted of all power,
Now only emaciated,
Dying, a shell of his former self,
All memory of his place in my life erased.
However not forgotten by me,
But now,
Hate existed no more in my eyes.
Sorrow and pain ever present in his,
And only pity in mine.
Paula Hines
As I walked along a narrow path,
in the cool, brisk, autumn air,
I saw a leaf fall from the sky,
that made me stop and stare.
An old and crinkled leaf it was,
with tints of red and brown,
and I gazed in thought upon it,
as it lay upon the ground.
This thought occured as I looked down,
on that withered, forlorn thing,
which had thrived in bloom up in that tree
since early in the spring.