A Sycamore Tree

shady tree

Beneath the boughs

Of a Sycamore tree

A life gently ebbs.

With flashes of memories

The times are relived.

There was laughter

And tears,


And fears.

A life

Lived completely

Each breath

Full of meaning.


To teenager


To now.

The memories



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.

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