A tree grew up in a Brooklyn neighborhood

A tree grew up in a Brooklyn neighborhood,
in Alphabet City the streets were lined for dinners,
it fed the young and old in every good.

New life sprung out of cement where it once stood.
As losers turned one-eighties and became winners,
a tree grew up in a Brooklyn neighborhood.

Those who didn't suddenly did what they should,
profoundly fatties spread the seeds to thinners,
and fed the young and old in every good.

As time went on the fleshy became dead wood,
as outers came roughly around to be inners.
A tree grew up in a Brooklyn neighborhood,

and showed the potential that humans could
progress to past the stage of beginners,
it fed the young and old in every good.

But time crept slowly in, and all they would
become is half of what they could as sinners.
A tree grew up in a Brooklyn neighborhood,
it fed the young and old in every good.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos