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The Old Oak Tree
When you were a child
You tried to eat the sky
You swore that you could even
Poke out your shadow’s eyes
If someone let you down
You climbed the old oak tree
You climbed too high for sorrow
To catch and set you free
And when you were a girl
You swore you were a bird
You flew straight through the leaves
On wings of naïve words
When your hips grew wider
To hold your child-mind
You sang among the branches
Silly empty rhymes
When you carved initials
You swore that you were grown
Birds were children’s stories
And long ago they’d flown
When you scratched them out
You wept into your tree
You climbed until you scraped the sky
And waited to be free
When your womb grew full
You lay in speckled shade
You whispered silly empty rhymes
Though they didn’t sound the same
And when you were empty
You tried to climb again
But it seemed you had forgotten
And lost your oldest friend
When your hair grew grey
You swore you were a bird
You flew straight through the leaves
On wings of jaded words
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