The Old Oak Tree
Today I went down to the park,
The grass beneath my feet,
It's been so long since I'd been there,
The memories bitter sweet.
Reminded of a time long gone,
When I was quite content,
And life was so much simpler then,
How soon the good times went.
The old oak tree is standing still,
Its branches gnarled and aged,
The trunk remains triumphant,
Survived the storm that raged.
I sit awhile and rest my back,
Against that sturdy tree,
And realise how good it feels,
To be at one, with me.
That old oak tree will still be strong,
When I'm no longer here,
Still standing tall, triumphant,
And growing year by year.
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