After a long day in the town,

A young man left with a frown.

Into the countryside he went,

By a forested creek he bent.

Said the young man to the trees

“how do you live in such ease?”

One tree spoke in a deep tone,

“allow me to tell you, man of flesh and bone”

“we enjoy ourselves to no end,

Because we are surrounded by many a friend”

So friends the young man did seek,

And found enjoyment in them for a week.

But the young man grew sadder still,

So he went to the top of a lonely hill.

On it sat an old willow weeping,

With depressed roots outward creeping.

The young man asked, “why do you weep?

Why do you cry and never sleep?”

The willow replied in a gloomy voice,

“Tis not of my own choice.

I sit here alone because I’ve not found love. 

Not found my flower, my beautiful dove.”

The young man said, his mouth ajar,

“then a hopeless romantic you are?”

The willow shook his branches solemnly.

“No dear boy, romance has left me”

the young man said “I don’t understand?”

“a hopeless romantic, without romance, where do you stand?”

The willow looked at the young man,

“I guess just hopeless is what I am”