Chopping Board
The chopping board gets cut upon every night and day
It doesn't moan or say whose wrong or right it's
Just chopping boards way
Sitting in the corner silent waiting to be used
The chopping board doesn't care for Kings or Queens who
Steal the Knight nor politicians left and right they just
Aren't very bright
The chopping board looks out the window too the starry
Night
Remembering a forest long ago that went further than
Plain sight
For she once stood a proud beech tree years gone by its
True
Now she's sitting waiting to be used by me and you
Just give a care for what you do and know the die is cast
The board will be sitting silently when this culture breaths
It's last.
Copyright © Clint Greenhowe | Year Posted 2022
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