The Useless
The useless
A dead tree on the plain
Seen at first
Hazy light
Appears romantic
But is essentially useless
No Birds sing
A man without children
Is a dead tree
In his arms, a child shall
Not smile.
In misty light
A walking ghost
Going to his grave
Alone
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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