Is It The Tree Or Me?

mtrotter1

Divine circumstance

Falls under the radar,

I reminisce about the golden years

For what am I talking about?

I'm no longer fifty

For I am eternal...

For I am a tree that grows its roots

I dangle my leaves in the forest

And God sees all

As I vie for love,

I am sacred within the realm

For what am I talking about?

I'm no longer forty

For I am eternal...

For I am a dangling tree

That's lost its years,

Where do I find the strength?

D

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D

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Brittle rye...

What does bread have to do with rye?

For time is on my side...at least.

And it's okay I am no longer thirty

For I resist the urge to die

And better yet, we are still human

Me and this lonely tree

Forever.

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 24th, 2023 01:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    I liked the retrograde form of this poem getting younger not older. I too am eternal and feel this although more than 70

    • mtrotter1

      Thank you so much for your wonderful comment.



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