The Green Apple, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Green apple in my hand don’t understand.
Do I bite you and taste your bitterness?
Or do simply to hold it in my hand,
And its power will provide me aegis?
Oh to be no more than a butterfly,
Tho its life be short it is ever free.
Darting brightly against the clear blue sky,
As for me a new day I may nev’r see.
No choice for me as I am what I am.
Current state is not my desired pleasure,
For only a fool would not give a damn,
Yet I shall not now disclose my anger.
Now to bite the green apple with remorse,
Knowing that life has but only one course.
Painting by: Charles Conder, ‘A Summer Afternoon: The Green Apple 1894