Classic Poem

As I was walking one morn at my ease,
A-viewing the leaves as they fell from the trees,
Their rolling full motion appeared fine and gay,
Like the leaf they must wither and soon fade away.

What's the life of a man any more than a leaf,
For the man has a season and why should he grieve?
Below in the wide world he appears fine and gay,
Like the leaf he must wither and soon fade away.

If you seen the green leaves a short time ago,
A rolling full motion appearing to grow;
But the frost came upon them and withered them all;
Like the leaf he must wither and down he must fall.

If you look in the churchyard many names there you'll see,
They went from this world like a leaf from a tree.
Afflicted and wounded at last they must fall;
Like the green life it did wither and down it did fall.