SHOE TREE

On a lonely road

stands a lonely tree

all gnarly and dead.

Gone are the leaves

Gone is the shade

that it made for my head

It lived it's life

on the side of a road

only to die

alone in the sun

and there it stood

as a monument of death

wondering

if ever a tear has been shed

by anyone that had passed it by

someone that could remember

how it cooled them from the sun in the sky

but no, the old did not care

and the young

with no life in their souls

chose to shame the old tree

with dirty old shoes

that cling to it's branches

like an ugly old leach

leaving their stench

to hang in the air

and leave the old tree

in utter despair