From days I cannot count,
To years of growing grey.
When all my companions rout,
In this darkness I must stay.
...
Oh, what times we know
When we long that sweet release from pain.
For cooling flakes of snow- -
And the calming showers of rain
...
Is love a word or is it a sound?
And can it be easily found? - -
Those who live by the creed: “For love’s sake! ”-
Is it worth the chances they take?
...
I look at fallen leaves and think how simple it could be.
Simple, if I were as the leaf upon the tree,
That when the season of plenty has past,
I should not live to see the winter.
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Hope Unfound
From days I cannot count,
To years of growing grey.
When all my companions rout,
In this darkness I must stay.
To what end am I living
And drink life’s bitter tonic,
In this world so unforgiving?
In silence, cacophonic.
To see the world in black
and white, to find my love.
I have carried this heavy pack,
And thunder mocks me from above.
And in so living, I do avow
That I did not choose my pain
But search, here and now,
To escape from my darkening bane.
Please send me a poem about the apple