Zywa The trees are falling

We have ordered musicians
but can we pay them?
Give them some tea

     Listen, the trees are falling
     Lovely, the sound of axes
     cutting down the orchard

     The times are changing
     Play! I want to celebrate!
     You can leave after that

I don't know, I want to go
Why have we grown so old?
I remember everybody

was happy, without knowing
why, didn't we discuss it
time after time! It is over

We'll die anyway
while life goes on
as if we have never lived

Poem 382
Amsterdam, 2015-03-19

The Cherry Orchard (Anton Chekhov)
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Collection: Half The Work 
Keyword: Old age: watching 
Tribute to: Chechov, Anton 
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