The Irony is Commedable

"Don't climb that tree,"
My Father warned,

"For the branches are thin
And you will Fall."

But of course I didn't listen,
And I nearly reached the top.

As I fell, I wondered
If it would hurt.

Oh, I still feel that pain.
These scars mar my back.

Now I sit in the Garden,
Watching that tree wither and die.

The irony is commendable. 

The End

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