Autumn

Sun upon the leaves once burned
Now cooled, as the soldier's goodbye kiss
Be strong for me, I shall return
Fading into autumnal mist

May that promise be as sure
As that which pains my knees
Winter's chill shall be cured
By warmth of summer's breeze

Though strength in my hand remains
The question persists
All efforts to silence it in vain
Will I continue to exist
When the cycle turns again?