Christopher Tye Poems
|601.||Out Of Time||3/17/2017|
|602.||Out Of Time (17-03-2017)||3/17/2017|
|616.||Death Of Daytime||3/18/2017|
|617.||Ghosts Of The Night||3/18/2017|
Another Year Passes
Another year passes
The old man is sitting in his armchair,
Looking out of the window,
Watching the birds,
As they are flying from tree to tree,
He remembers all the winters,
He spent in his garden when he was young,
Planting those same trees,
When they were just little saplings,
He remembers all the years that,
Those trees have been growing and slowly maturing,
He knows long after he has celebrated his final birthday,
All the trees in his beloved garden,
Will still be growing,
And still be giving food and shelter to the birds, ...
If I made a mistake, would you forgive me?
If I die, would you mourn my passing?
If I found love, would you be happy for me?
If I fall from grace, would you stand by me?
If I could be a better person, would I be?
If I could change the past would I?