Every day is a blessing

I am dried up as the leaves in autumn Ready to fall and to become trash Where are dews my thirst to sustain The clouds of rain driven by wind fast All my friends are gone no one remembers My days dreary and lonely they won't bother Pick up what remains I console myself yet Will mem'ry bring peace no only pain I met I try to recover what's been lost and gone but it's like Chasing the wind throwing stone nowhere it lands hitting aimlessly n foolishly I go back where I started. . . aiming hopelessly