Last Apple on the Tree
This poignant poem about an apple tree was written by Martin Silvester …
Last Apple on the Tree
Well I’ve done a lot and seen a lot
And travelled far and wide,
I was a teen and then a man
With friends all by my side.
I didnt think too much of death
It was so far away
And I was busy playing life
All work and rest and play.
So As the years rolled slowly by
And seasons came and went
I did not think of growing old
Or of what old age meant.
But now the time has come for me
As I reach my later years,
To realise that life is short
But it’s not a time for tears.
The aches and pains that I now feel,
Have come through wear and tear
And glasses with a silver frame.
Now match my greying hair.
It’s sad to hear old friends have gone,
Or old ways have been changed.
But life goes on and I’m still here,
Just, slightly rearranged.
If all my friends were apples
Growing on a branch with me
If unpicked, all growing old
Until they all fall free.
Then who falls next, well we dont know
Just when our time will be
Could be pretty lonely being ….
The last apple on the tree.
Written by: Martin Silvester
Martin Silvester
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