The Way Of Life Poem by Walterrean Salley
The Way Of Life
A tree grew weaker
By the day,
Until in silence
It did lay.
The other trees
Around it, though,
Fared so well—
As they did grow.
And the way of life,
One cannot know—
Although we ponder
As we go.
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It is a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best you very often get it.
Unknowing is the way of life, dying trees are a great allegory for life itself.
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