my oldest companion mute

Found my oldest companion there
A tree of thirty-three, standing bare...
Looking up the sky as grey as soot
As the pretty old spectator mute!
He has seen my every day
How I used to run and play...
How once I fell from him
And broke once my fragile limb!
He has seen my lover's fate
With billet-doux flowery on a date...
He has seen my bike rides fast
Whizzing by the memories past...
He has seen me in poetic trance
How it rained and I under him danced!
He has seen also my mother's demise
How covered by white she there lies!




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