Tree of Life
there is a tree of life
climbed,
by the trusted wife
the one,
who dangles her clues –
by a piece of string
that she then uses –
to fly her personal kite
there is a tree of life
climbed,
by the busted boy
the one,
who made bubbles from troubles
and blew them into the sky
just as parents,
tried to wash down their sin
in the tears that boy learned to cry
there is a tree of life
climbed,
by the hopeful husband
the one,
who flew too close to the sun
who boxed clever,
but never really won
twelve rounds,
and the point sum is still none
James Garratt – September 2023
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Tree of Life – Written September 2023 (Aged 48)
