Under The Old Oak Tree

Under The Old Oak Tree

When I was bold and young and free
And life was in its infancy,
To the hills over yonder
I'd play and wander
And rest weary. Under the old oak tree.

When I reached the age of frivolity,
A restless spirit dwelt in me.
To the hills over yonder,
I went to ponder
And found wisdom. Under the old oak tree.

When I reached the age of maturity
Life's troubles came endlessly;
To the hills over yonder
I went to surrender
But found solace. Under the old oak tree.

Now I'm no longer young and free
And life's end I clearly see
To the hills over yonder
Once more I'll wander
To lie content. Under the old oak tree.

~ Anwaar N Hassan ~

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