Mutual Respect
The young sapling bowed its head
. . . Humble and shy
Full of his master’s gracious respect
. . . Wishing to reply
You are my mentor and noble lord
. . . Offering the reason why
The gnarled old tree lifted its head
. . . Weary and wise
Fully conscious of his words in reply
. . . Not wishing to surmise
You are my son and loved one
. . . Both reached for the skies
Copyright © John Herlihy | Year Posted 2017
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