Under the Old Oak Tree

In the late spring time,

Under the old oak tree,

A young boy pushings,

A girl on a wooden swing.

Right now they're only friends,

But this is not the end.

Under the old oak tree.

In the summer time,

Under the old oak tree,

A young man kisses,

A girl who is a beauty.

Right now they're only dating,

But if they just keep waiting,

Under the old oak tree.

In the autem time,

Under the old oak tree,

A man says, "I do."

The bride says, "I agree."

They are starting a new life,

The groom and his lovely wife.

Under the old oak tree.

In the winter time,

Under the old oak tree,

A man all alone,

Is praying on his knees.

'Cause his heart broke when she died.

All he wants to do is cry,

Under the old oak tree.

See what I mean, depressing. Most of my poems are like this. Makes me wonder if I'm depressing.