It is the privilege of the rich. To waste the time of the poor. To water with tears in secret. A tree that grows in secret. That bears fruit in secret. That ripened falls to the ground in secret. And manures the parent tree. Oh the wicked tree of hatred and the secret. The sap rising and the tears falling.
Stevie SmithAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: british
- Born: September 20, 1902
- Died: March 7, 1971