Life’s Tree

Lifes Tree prose poem

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As I approach the fourth quarter of my life and I look back
at the trees that I have Planted from seed,
and watched as they grew, each new branch that formed
I gave Thanks For every branch and bough.
Those new lives are my conformation that Mine Is approaching its end.
I have nurtured, pruned, and protected them from all things Big And small
so that my life had meaning to all that watched them grow,
and when it is there Time to plant their own trees, (with or without me)
you all will know that you came from My tree
and in time when your trees reach there maturity
you will know that their trees Came from you.
So from a seed you came and a tree that grew,
life is replenished to start Anew.
So on it goes till the end of time,
your lives will have meaning as well as mine.

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I am 72 years old retired and I enjoy creating ,although I do not write many poems the ones I do write come from a thought projected into a poem. I try to verse these poems thru a variety of thoughts.
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