Beneath the boughs
Of a Sycamore tree
A life gently ebbs.
With flashes of memories
The times are relived.
There was laughter
And tears,
Wonder
And fears.
A life
Lived completely
Each breath
Full of meaning.
Childhood
To teenager
Adulthood
To now.
The memories
Outstanding
Resounding
And true.
Look back
And remember
But move forward
In time.
Soon gentle decay
Your moment
Is done.
Perhaps from the old
A new sprout
Gives life.
And so it begins
Again and once more.
Beneath the boughs
Of the Sycamore tree
Life gently grows.
My favorite tree and beautiful words to go with it. 🙂
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Thank you Jack!
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Aw, what a lovely thought-provoking poem 🙂
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Thank you so much my friend!
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I think the better part of aging will be not to accept that the moment is done. Make a new moment.
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But even endings can be magnificent!
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Well, we will see won’t we?
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