Do you know that old Oak?
That stands upon the reef,
The reef of tethered bones,
Are succumbed so you can't feel.
Do you see the leaves falling?
Mesmerized by the bellowing soil,
The soil whose Mother died,
Died amongst itself.
Do you feel the air shrinking?
As time goes by you'll realize,
All that once was new,
Has grown old along with you.
Do you stroll around and wonder,
If Alice hadn't gone down the rabbit hole,
Would it be happy to sit and ponder,
If you lost all that you owned?
Now if you can see what you have made,
Made along those paths of life you surveyed,
And if you've done it properly and made way,
Made way for me and you to fly away.
Then hold my hand and lead the way
YOU ARE READING
What I Remember
PoetryThis 25 part poem book is a collection of poems that reflect bits of my past present and future. They're quite ambiguous in their meaning, it'll be hard to understand what I'm trying to say, and how it relates to me. Just enjoy :)
