The ones who plays trees

by YorkGewatter
While you are gathering your rosebuds
And seizing The day

You don't seem to notice
The ones that are grey

In your montage of life
You tend to ignore

The ones on sidelines
The ones who want more

And well you say your line
In the grand play of life

You don't seem to care
About the ones who play trees.
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