Inning Was

Many stories I had read About living persons and dead Kids of all ages used to speak about ghosts We all were seized with different sorts They may talk about death That was to come after stopping of breathe Person was to be taken to final destiny To become dear again to an almighty It was delicate stage Almost painted deadly as an autumn page Where dry leaves were to fall on ground To be carried away by wind to be never found Today I find myself with autumn With little concern Where I find weaknesses of different nature Life is pushing me to dark corner Well, one has to be pack And keep nothing at stake The inning was provided to you play Now it is time to "bid adieu" any way