A Gentle Lady's Plight
A gentle lady’s plight
falls like leaves off a branch in winter
afore beauty coveted in her youth takes flight
as her barren turned roots make
admirers frown in displeasure
her barks covered in snow
turns brittle offering no shade nor fruit
yet the axe-bearers come
hacking at her trunk with relentless brute
and took away what little she had
for themselves to use as fuel
a kindled fire warms their cold stiff bodies
while keeping them full
they looked at each other and said
what wrong did we commit
there were no flowers to appreciate
in the middle of winter they mused
hence they agreed amongst themselves
it was her only value.
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