In the garden of my heart
As the autumn of my life do near and winter draws e'er coldI stand amidst my friends again those once so young so bold
In the garden of my heart where all good things have grown
Come time to tend, to weed, to rid, of much of what I've sown
To love and cherish all those flowers that I would hold so dear
To pluck of all the angry thorns, all those that gave me fear
To brush aside those vines of time that creep so silently
Twining e'er so tightly midst a heart 'twud e'er be free
To kneel upon the warm moist earth and place my hand within
To pull with all my might at last that weed I know as sin
To wend my way so quietly to my weeping willow tree
To dry her tears quell her fears say your friend I'll ever be
To sit in the shade of my leafy glade and watch the water flow
To reminisce in days of bliss in this place I so well know
My gaze now fell on my wishing well and once again I see
That little boy his eyes now dry with a wish to be like me
I roll my sleeves pick up my fork and of by back do strain
For I owe to him a garden fair to once more bloom again.
For hearts like mine so strong and true cannot be overgrown
I must dig deep and tend with care to reap of what I've sown
As twilight falls and nighttime calls my bones I now do rest
And smile to know how ere it grow I gave it of my best.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-11-23 at 11:18
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