Excuse my ma'am,
I said to she,
but when she turned
she was a he.

The days, once long, are now quite brief.
The heat from Summer, gone with relief.
The Fall, we know, now does appear.
The shrubs and tree branches, are clear.
The leaves that were amassed in trees,
Are on the ground, up to my knees.
Fallen leaves to be raked, once again,
Before the Fall's continual rain.

The narrow path winds through the trees,
Filled with doubts and life's uncertainties.

I tire of the abuse, I receive
and yet I know, I won't leave,
for I am bound, not by wealth,
but the vow, "In sickness and in health."