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Tree of Life
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Just a thought! When I was young, I planted a tree
We talked a little each day
We'd stand around and shoot the breeze
Till I got old and grey
A sudden wind blew the mighty tree
and many limbs were tossed
The leaves, were etched with familiar names
of loved ones I had lost
My tree, a lifetime journal, kept the names I would meet
A gust of wind came along and laid them at my feet
Each one held a memory, hidden in my past
Every leaf, a special moment, better than the last
The last contained a forgotten memory, and cut me like a knife,
An old man muttered,
"Cherish every moment son, these are the best years of your life"
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