The Old Oak Tree - Poem by Conúil Duffy
We did things because we wated to.
We were freee. There was her, me
and opportunity. We were in love.
We lived together by an Old Oak Tree.
We went for long walks, and we
talked long talks. We made music
together and we discussed the weather.
I thought it would last forever.
Sometimes we argued, and that was sad
but we never stayed mad, we had love
and that ain't bad. We had each other.
Nothing could've seperated us.
The one day she ceased to be.
Since then I've never been me.
Our life together was torn apart.
I buried her by The Old Oak Tree.
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