O little plum tree in the garden, you're

O little plum tree in the garden, you're
Aflower again,
With memories of a million springs and my
Brief years of pain.
O little tree, you have the power to find
Your youth again,
Grow young, while I grow old in tenderness
And wise in pain.

poem by Lesbia Harford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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