God bless the old oak alone among the pines.
Whose bitter sap poisons those who try
To bury seeds but bleed into soil
Bitter, dead and dry.
God bless the lonely weed springing through the cracks.
Barely living between the lines
Of shapes that make a worn out path
To how we are defined.
God bless the hollow shell buried in the sand,
Waiting for the tide to take in all
The life that dives inside to
Keep himself awake.
And God bless the broken man swallowing his pride.
He might as well be deaf and dumb
To some of those that claim to feel
But always have been numb.
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