A weed, strong and resilient
bursting through harsh terrain
struggles and fights to remain.
A flower, nurtured and cared for
raised in a bed - rich and full
watered, trimmed, and
one you never pull.
Why is one a flower and one a weed? Both started from a seed.
All surrounded by humming friends
each needing light and water to the end.
In comes a hand that’s always gloved
to pull a flower that’s just not loved.
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Author:
Gowiththeflow (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 27th, 2022 21:50
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Comments1
a wonderful metaphor
thanks for sharing
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