The Weed

awilcox

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.

  • Author: Gowiththeflow (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2022 21:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    a wonderful metaphor
    thanks for sharing



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