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About This Poem
Problems on a Tree
If problems were like twigs on a tree
A gust of wind blowing them in the breeze
They would fall to the ground one by one
Family and friends would help and gather around
But that is not how it happens as life surrounds
Sometimes the twigs just keep falling down
Family and friends start to leave
And you are left with one big heap
Heavy on your shoulders they do weigh
More falling day by day
Realizing it is just too much to bear
Frankly, feeling this is quite unfair
So, deciding you cannot solve them all
Put those in a pile and call U-Haul.
©Holly P. Moore
February 2013
(U-Haul provides trailers and different size trucks for hauling various items)
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