Tuesday, 12 July 2011

no more sheltered

under that old tree
where lovers once sat
loving with peace
forgetting the past

under that old tree
where strangers once met
saying to each
they both need a bed

under that old tree
where rivals once stood
refusing to be
the other one's stooge

under that old tree
where servants run to 
planning to free
the other mates too

under that old tree
where thieves were once caught
instead of plead
they stood up and fought

under that old tree
where old men once dined
remembering their dreams
waiting for Gods time

under that old tree 
where dry leaves could tell
before we did see
that old tree just fell

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