The Tree Sitting there Cold and bare No life left within Starving for food Changing the mood Thinking life must be a sin The wind blows Sadness grows It can't stay alive Weakness sets in Hope grows thin It takes that endless dive People walk by Stopping to sigh Then go on their way Lonely and cold Growing very old It silently passes away J.B.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because a friend challenged me to write a symbolic poem about a tree. Stupid friend, because he had no idea that I could do it. (I won 5 bucks.) If you can't tell ... its about a tree dying, but also about a homeless person and poverty. Sorry if it isn't that good, seeing as how I wrote it in 10 minutes ... thats as much as the bet allowed. I submitted it because I was bored and just felt like .... submitting it.
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