An old tree has more life in a twisted
dying branch than a perfectly placed
white picket fence, with buried judgement-
aligned with its perched front porch-
full of toes that step harshly on the planks giving
splinters which were born by the seed of the
twisted branch; you have a lot to learn old man.
-M. Taggart
copyright 2018
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Wow! So full of insight and wisdom. Great poem
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One of my favourites so far Matt! Such wisdom in these words but also sadness x
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Seriously, thank you for taking time to read what I write.
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It’s not hard, i love what you write 😉 xx
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I rarely comment, but this is fantastic. Why I still love poetry…
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What a humbling comment. Thank you. I hope you are doing good.
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