Why me?

As the summer changes to fall and the trees shed their cover why do I feel like I become just as vulnerable as the bare trees? I hear the geese every so often headed to warmer abode...and wonder if they'd survive if they stay back?
One by one they all cross the oceans & onto greener pastures, why do I stay back? why do I let the tides of change touch my toes & recede? All these questions and no answers. The water is cold, deep and dark...it invites, it calls for me to jump in and let go! I wonder if did, would anyone miss me?

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