A mango tree, God gave us free;
Its fruits were very sweet;
At seventy, it looked stately,
And bore large fruits –a treat!
The mammoth tree fell ill at times,
But Nature healed it soon;
It bore big fruits in many climes,
And proved to be a boon.
I’ve climbed the branches, plucked its fruits,
And tasted them with glee;
The tree had large a trunk and roots;
We lived to love the tree.
We thanked God for His pleasant gift
That kept us happy much;
The rented house, we had to quit,
Gone was the magic touch.
The separation was a loss;
We had to bear the same;
Today, it appears like our cross;
But ’tis all in the game!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-06-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem