Old Trees
B
Barry Middleton
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the trees I watch
have now grown old with me
along the road
that knows my destiny
and still I watch
they seem to point the way
I must have faith
concealing my dismay
the trees live on
and wisdom does not hide
they do not grieve
the death they must abide
they catch the wind
they welcome winter rain
they feel no joy
they cannot know my pain
the road leads on
companions by my side
the way is clear
the trees are still my guide
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