Under the Tree, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Under the tree

There will come a time
When I shall no longer be.
No more than
Food for the waiting tree.

In so little time
I shall be but a memory.
Fading ever quickly
As the winter’s sun.

Hear the tick of time
Rushing into the future
With so little regard
To the call of a beggar.

Love has little time
To deliver its tender touch.
One to last forever
From her I love so much.

From death there’s no retreat
Yet I shall return
As a scented flower
That grows under the tree.

Squandered, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Man and A Woman, Edvard Munch (1898

Squandered

Everything in my power I did give
Whether it be of my time or treasure
For in my heart wished only you to live

Within my heart there wasn’t a vile motive
All that I gave wasn’t by any measure
Everything in my power I did give

There was no attempt to hold you captive
Being with you brought me greatest pleasure
For in my heart wished only you to live

Now I pay the price for being passive
Only now do I search for an answer
Everything in my power I did give

To understand I’m willing to forgive
Your happy future I wish to ensure
For in my heart wished only you to live

My words you may take as insensitive
If only again to be as we were
Everything in my power I did give
For in my heart wished only you to live