One Pear More Poem by Cherylann Gray

One Pear More



Oh Love, how thou are tired out with rhyme!
Thou art a tree,
Whereon all people climb,
and from thy branches
everyone takes some of thy sweet fruit,
Which fancy feeds upon,
But now thy tree is left
so bare and poor,
that they can hardly gather one pear more.

Sunday, August 21, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: branches,rhyme,tree
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