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About This Poem
Sherry and a Tree, my poem for my dad
My dad, visiting a senior pastor
invited to have a sherry
he said, see that tree?
sometimes I feel just like
that last leaf
how come the Lord has
called the others home,
my friends and family,
but not me?
And my father said,
I see that leaf may be
the last one yet, stretching
to the sun, restless
in the breeze, golden
in the world's bittersweet
mysteries.
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