Old Tree

Pseudo-knowledge
Is entertaining at best
But I do beg your pardon
That I don't heed your requests
To bow down my boughs
At a saplings request
Because I am a very old tree.
A tree whose leaves provide books with their page
A tree whose roots are much deeper than most
My branches are wide, giving copious shade
And though I stand proud I have no aim to boast
I am gnarled and twisted by the storms of this life
I am shaped by the winds and scorched by the fire
And despite all the struggles both inside and out
I seek out healthful waters and go forth even higher
These young saplings speak
Like they know all that's best
The shrubs and the bushes are so quick to bend knee
But I smile and I pray they continue to grow
Because I am a very old tree.

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