I Read This Poem For You And Then I Go. Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is a waste of time
the tree is telling me

as i sit beside my window
writing another poem

i say it is for you my tree
i still love you

but the tree says i have
no use of a poem i

like you to be with me
under my shade i love it

more if you still climb
on my branches just like

once when you were a child
picking my ripe fruits and

even swinging with me in one
of my strong twigsand oh

i remember when you fell from
me and i could not help you

and i say i have no time anymore
for you my tree and to comfort

you i read this poem for you and
then i go.