The autumn trees display their final brilliance before their demise,
and leave only a skeletal remembrance of what was,
Our days are numbered too.
What shall we do in those final days,
To fulfill our final purpose on this planet?
God still has work even for the old,
As long as hands and minds still work,
We can create a legacy with art and words,
Our bodies, like leaves, may pass away,
But our words and the things we’ve done remain.
These are our days of brilliance.