Last Apple 53
Painting - Acrylic
"The Last Apple"
Life or Death, But who decides? Propagation, From where derived?
So many winters, I've slept away. But to awaken, That spring day.
Though not this time, Begin my fears. I wish I could, Reclaim my years.
I once was strong, The bell has tolled. I once was young, But now am old.
In this land, No seeds are sown.
All my children, Now are gone. All but one, He stays within.
Perhaps to let me live again.
This Last Apple, Last chance at life.
This Last Apple, He helps me cope.
This Last Apple, Renews my hope.
November 21st, 2012
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