T for Tom

In Formation

Posted in poem by johnsontoms on August 30, 2011

The sun hangs low at the end of the day

And my thoughts are all I have as time passes away

To things I’ve down and places I’ve seen

While I’m stuck in one place and can’t move my feet.

But the trees have branches and the branches have leaves

And it’s their gift to put shade over me

As seconds turn to minutes turn to visions and dreams

Because I think I’ll be here forever,

or so it seems.

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