I find I compare myself more often
To those large, isolated trees in a field.
On the backside of prime.
Roots and limbs remembering strength,
But slowly losing that which is remembered.
Trunk still filling out.
Standing, with all the strength I have.
Weakness, unseen
Slowly eating away at my being.
Looking as if I will stand forever.
Branches, as arms outstretched
Offering shelter to all who wish it.
Activity all around me
But standing alone,
Bracing against the elements.
Stubbornness and pride
Strengthen my stand.
Inevitably, as with all;
Time overcomes
And as a stump remains behind,
All that will be left
Are memories;
Of the tree.

Dan Gray
2005