Homeless

On the cavernous scars
I now may sit
Once many toiled through
Wood as hard
But now long dead
They are no more
My chair though is entirely
Scarred
Each worm that struggled
Pushing through
The hardwood
And not just a few
Fighting hard tunnels
To Clear
And not even dust now does appear

The worms have turned
But they were once there
Making holes in my
Best chair
Chewing and sucking the heartwood dry
And leave this world
To go and die

Written in Great gaddesden overlooking the gade

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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