Tree to fall. Reflexive poem.

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Tree to fall.

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I'm not there anymore.

What a shame, my dear love,
that I can not measure up
because now I'm not that tall
and my performance decreased
to feel in me something small.

I remember that in meetings
my friends all commented (all)
that I was for you very old ,
but I wasn't paying attention
what those friends told
and although my instincts were hot
prospects were growing cold.

...and it happened: my friends observan
when I don't have the strength for a ball
of table tennis that is so light
and I must leave the great hall
and say goodbye because I am a tree
that very soon has to fall.