Set Free

I remember once when your soul was clean And also the time when that apple was green The apple it grew from the tree upon its limb And we matured from children, and grew into women and men What happened to us then, was truly unforeseen. I remember that apple, and it I would not pick Though it was not deliberate or had it been a trick So it grew all alone and then on the limb it rotted From age and negligence it was also spotted Now that apple disagreed with my body's politic. I read and then I heard stories all about you Sadly none were lies as they all were on the venue We had been used and cheated as your soul had waited Seems that was the purpose, that you were created Never would I want to act or to become like you. I read in the news that you had died My reaction to that news I could not hide As I remembered that rotten apple falling from the tree Then it hit the ground, its essence was set free So for you or the apple, I had not cried. Randy L. McClave