In my adulthood
I passed by the tree
Well known to me
In my childhood.
It stands by a path
Where many have passed
That old tree
Without a glance or sigh.
Our lives move fast
As we rush to catch
Some form of transport.
And we all are caught
In time’s great web.
All our loves and lusts
Must turn to dust.
And even this great tree,
Which will outlast me,
Will be dead
K Morris - Poet 
A very nice poem Kevin.
Patty L. Fletcher
Bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled
Thank you, Patty. I’m pleased you like my poem.
Good morning, Kevin.
I hope youâre well.
I have a great love or trees, when I saw the name of the poem I had to read it.
Happy Easter if you celebrate.
Patty L. Fletcher
Bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled
Good afternoon, Patty. I also have a great love of trees. A very old tree (I think a Cedar) has branches close to my flat on the second floor. I’m very fond of that tree. However, I worry that one day, in a storm I may find that tree in my living room! I do like Easter, and wish you a happy Easter to. All is OK with me, and I hope with you also.