David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
Cherry blossom fell like confetti
In the wind, but there was no bride
Or groom only a pair of robins
On the grass beneath the cherry tree.
A winding path led to a church once
Full now empty; redundant in a society
Trying to survive on pay day loans
To pay absent landlords.
The cherry tree had seen a different
Time, a time when the church was full
And people sat beneath it, a time
When the world smiled.
Now the world just turned and groaned
But the cherry tree remained the same
Throughout, each passing year it would
Blossom and cherry blossom would fall
And robins would play beneath it.
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