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
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