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The Last Leaf
Written when I was 12 years old. I'm now 86 and have written over 10,000 original quotes. My accomplishment has been published in Ripley's Believe It Or Not!
The Last Leaf
Cherie lay sick upon her bed,
a young and frail lass.
Her fever ridden eyes shone bright
as water painted glass.
Beside her sits and aging man
with haunting tender eyes....
whose words of love and cheerfulness,
proclaim their mortal ties.
"Old Jim" as he is fondly called,
was boarding cross the way.
He paints odd pictures for his bread,
receiving meager pay.
As they lie staring through the pane,
they see a fading vine...
and on the vine a host of leaves
await the knell of time.
Alas one leaf has weakened much
and fallen to the ground....
and then another lost it's hold
and sinks without a sound.
Cherie lie watching, wondering much
if all the leaves will fall....
but in her heart she knows
that time will surely claim them all.
She murmurs "when the last leaf falls,
my spirit will depart;
for none save God can ere avail,
to mend my broken heart".
The leaves fall softly, one by one,
Cherie grows deathly pale;
as from the old mans throat
is heard a melancholy wail.
As night wears on, through rain and wind,
Cherie falls fast asleep;
and dreams that all the leaves will fall
and God her soul to keep.
When she awakes at break of dawn,
she quickly looks outside;
and lo, behold, there is a leaf
which has the storm defied.
How happy Cherie then becomes,
her cheeks are all aglow;
for there a leaf hangs quietly,
although the wind does blow.
The leaf moves not, tis painted there,
held fast against release;
Old Jim it was who braved the storm
to paint his masterpiece.
They found him in his room next day,
his body, wet and cold;
but on his face, he wore a smile
which death could not remold!