Old Oak Green Tree

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Time leaving us.

I'm old and tired, so tired, I can't see the world

Ahead of me anymore

No more, no more, no more

Old and grey that is, my body-aches

I guess, they can't take

My weight

Beyond their wishes

Carrying my very own load

Is such a desperate tough road

I'm old and rough dry roots

No more youth, to wear those combat boots

No spit shine, no more cute

The old and the past

Middle life dream, this tree once was green

Cannot be for last

Yes, I'm old and tired, now all is gone

Old and grey

Dying like old oak tree, time has flown.

By: Juli Monat

Copyright (c) 2013


Submitted: October 20, 2013

© Copyright 2021 Juli Monat. All rights reserved.

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tard bockel

vivid metaphor, moving

Sun, October 20th, 2013 5:29pm

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tard,

thanks, glad you like it.

Mon, October 21st, 2013 7:38am

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