Gloomy Autumn laps friendly

Here I have come again by the order
And I see a lot out of work.
I am so sorry and I would like to help you
As much as I can.
I pluck all withered leaves from the unhappy trees
And provide you much sweeping jobs.
The sleepy factories, they have to double up their productions.(Rakes, Brooms and required tools.)
Certainly they recruit people.
But please do not blame me
As I am bit warmer than earlier.

* To my deceased poor Mom!
Autumn reminds me her wrinkles and Dark-Circled eyes.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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