The Useless Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Useless



The useless

A dead tree on the plain
Seen at first
Hazy light
Appears romantic
But is essentially useless
No Birds sing
A man without children
Is a dead tree
In his arms a child shall
Not smile.
In misty light
A walking ghost
Going to his grave
Alone

Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: regret
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