The Willer & The Caterpiller Poem by John Bliven Morin

A caterpiller to a willer,
“Why are you weeping so? ”
The willer said “Somebody died;
It happened years ago,
Or maybe it was something else
Sad like that, you know.
I’m an old tree, my memory
Ain’t like it used to flow.”

The willer to the caterpiller,
“You needn’t laugh at me,
You’ve quite a problem there yourself
Without this hoary tree.
How do you know which foot to start
With, walking properly? ”
The bug in strife, sat out his life,
So confused was he!

Copyright (C) 2004, John Bliven Morin