FRUIT TREE

Fame is but a fruit tree

So very unsound.

It can never flourish

Till its stock is in the ground.

So men of fame

Can never find a way
Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.

Forgotten while you're here

Remembered for a while

A much updated ruin

From a much outdated style

Life is but a memory

Happened long ago.

Theatre full of sadness

For a long forgotten show.

seems so easy

Just to let it go on by

Till you stop and wonder

Why you never wondered why.

Copyright © Nick Drake