The Old Tree
A time of innocence, laughter and joy,
Not a care in the world....no money problems...never caring what you look like.
Just happy to be there.
With the ones who make you happy.
Old memories are the best of memories.
The old tree with its indistructable barrier holds many thoughts,
now overgrown with weeds..leaves fallen leaving only it’s bare stem.
The tree which once held life, a place to sit,
Just something to look at surrounded by history.
The old tree where it stands is what used to be life...
Now it stands alone.
Left to a life of sadness and eventual suffocation of green rope then...
No more.
How times have changed.
Copyright © Nicholas Reeves | Year Posted 2009
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