One thing in life,
No one needs,
Those forever thriving,
Green, thick weeds.
Some of them,
Come with thorns.
Scratch at you,
Slice with scorn.
Under your skin,
Cause infection.
Focus on the pain,
Lose your direction.
Other weeds,
Leave a rash.
Red and inflamed,
Spreading fast.
The only thing,
Left to do,
Yank them out,
Their roots, too.
A constant battle,
On guard, stay.
Be ever diligent,
Don’t look away.
If your back’s turned,
They’ll thrive for sure.
Strangle what’s good,
Full of life, no more.