Apple In The Tree Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Apple in the Tree

An apple a day
Did not keep my troubles away.
It only made me feel worse
That is what I say.

It made my course in life
To magnify my strife
Because of the time it took
To eat it any way.

I strove to think a lot
While I crunched on it to plot
My life which was not nice.
It was cold as ice.

I feared things would go bad.
I feared things could be sad
So I threw away the apple
And concentrated on my writing.

An apple a day
Made my thoughts astray.
So I left it for another day
When I was ready to eat it.