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Tree Hugger

I’m not happy,
And I’m not sad.
I’m not looking,
To my future,
But that’s not bad.

I’m looking,
To my own past,
When I had hope,
And a promise,
For a tomorrow.

I planted trees,
Somewhere, back there.
And I’m waiting,
For them to grow,
To bless the world.

Little ones, like me,
Grown and free,
Would bring joy;
Contributing,
To humanity.

By: ElRoy © 2019

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A Poet's Diary - I See Life, Through My Rose Coloured Lenses.

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