-- The Tree of Life --
by John Herlihy
We tend to forget the past
The past should not be forgotten
Memories linger but do not last
A rosebud blooms then will rotten
Starlit visions in the night sky
As a dream not to wake up from
A mystery that only asks why
The answer as blessing begotten
The poem seeks to tell the truth
Adverse, incapable, of telling a lie
Truth ageless, yet glowing with youth
With our soul instincts we comply
The future stands on roots of the past
The tree of life one question asked
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Tuesday 17 September 2024