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Chacha
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since 2006-01-24
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0 posted 2006-01-28 06:27 PM



A tree of gold


A tree made of gold stood on a back dirt road
In place of green, golden leaves it showed

It stood next to a run down house
It housed an old man who had no spouse

Every now and then, the man would come to the tree
He would pick a few of its golden leaves

Only for his own well being, however, not for greed
He picked a few here, and a few there, only how ever many he would need

He new somehow, the trick of the tree, it grew accustom to him
A tree made of gold, certainly odd, a tree with feelings; made it feel as if it were put there by God

One day a man from a distant town had come to see the tree
He was a man of riches, unlike the man in the house who was not even considered bourgeoisie

The man continued to pick the tree’s leaves from dusk till dawn
Greedy was he, for he stole the golden leaves and it wasn’t even his lawn!

One day he went to the tree and suddenly it was gone!
Its golden leaves would never again spawn

So sad was he, for he made his living out of his greed
He thought his life was gone, he had lived to succeed

He resided in his home town, no more money to pay for the things he had
Homeless he had become, oh, this man was so sad

Greed had clouded another mans mind and vision
And made him make horrible and disastrous decisions

What would come of the man in the house by the old dirt road though
So poor was he, his life was oh so woe

Some say he died from the misery he felt
Some say he ran from the misery he had been dealt

Yet, some say in his house lives the same man, ever so old
They say, if you look through his window at night, you can see a tree made of gold.

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RedStoneEB
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since 2003-06-08
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1 posted 2006-01-29 04:00 PM


What would a tree with golden leafs be worth were they 24 carot gold? or pure gold or what who buys gold anyway? but i believe the old man came to see himself and moved in
DennisTheMenace
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since 2005-09-04
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2 posted 2006-01-29 04:02 PM


I truly enjoy when a poem tells a story, so I like this much.

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