THE LANDLORD
I gaze upon
the stately trees
so gently swaying
in the breeze
and sense the joy
that they are mine.Suddenly,
there was a time,
it occurs to me,
they were not mine.In former years
their beauty grew
when other eyes
enjoyed them too.So time decides
on later days
another claims
their beauty's rays.For I am but
a landlord now,
and as Time
keeps
its hurried pace,
I'll be claimed
by grave's embrace.