Let's Proceed Poem by me poet yeps poet

Why await the anointed hour

the end is preceded
by the coming

''Isolated Tree
If I be that member
standing in the wilderness
stark lonely
like a stem in a desert
by the side of an oasis

fore torn
abandoned

What worth then would be
my very being
having been
often I wondered alone

stripped of all intelligence
sheared of all arms and leaves
and nuances of life's awards

Had I lead a life
worthy of my salt