Look at all the cracks in this wall. <br />If things don't change, they will sprawl. <br />You've been given a warning, a simple call. <br />One more month to watch it fall. <br /> <br />Rotten apples have been landing below. <br />Not even worthy of picking up to throw. <br />Disease is evident as this tree grows. <br />No green grass on the other side to mow. <br /> <br />Rancid days and hours are spent. <br />Like worthless dollars on houses for rent. <br />Soon to wonder where the good worker went. <br />You've been given a warning, a simple hint. <br /> <br />This dear boy hasn't time to hang around. <br />This tree is worthless and sagging the ground. <br />A little nourishment and hope can be found. <br />I will leave in silence, no whisper, no sound.<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-whisper-no-sound/
