Weeping Willow

Decades wearing at his trunk His branches sorrowfully drooping Standing by and watching As society is stooping An overlooked eyewitness To all that comes to pass Every kind remark And every ridiculing sass Bearing the comings and goings Adapting to each new scene Minding his own business Trying not to intervene Sitting in tranquility Counting the hours till his end An onlooker of destruction A bystander without a friend