Posted by Tony Armstrong on March 27, 1999 at 18:30:06:
He gazes upon the orchard meadow
And every tree he laid the seed.
He watched them grow, a thing of beauty
A garden for the world to feed.
He had a tree not cared for lately
And that tree had now grown sad.
Now she saw the farmer thinking
And she knew his thoughts were bad.
He took a walk amongst his children
Net yet ripe but fresh of face.
He reached right out and took my apple
And smothered it in cold embrace.
Now each day he tastes the apple,
With every bite I turn more sour.
He lies upon me every night time,
I die a little every hour.