The Oak Tree Is Dead
Unless I believe in myself
I am dead.
This evil’s depth I cannot tread.
You can scan me up and down;
Inside out and round and round,
But, I’m a smile and you are a frown.
I’m an actor and you’re a clown.
Give yourself up and I might follow
Just to fill this stump which is currently hollow.
Copyright © Randy Biffany | Year Posted 2016
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