I’m just a plain brown flower pot
out in the sun where it’s very hot.
They filled me with lots of dark rich dirt
with nutrients to give a growth spurt.
They put in plants of different hues
some reds, greens, whites and even blues.
They watered me with tender care
for the world to see me standing there.
I stood daily before a shop
to welcome all people who would stop
to come and go through those doors
and purchase things with the stores.
Often you’d hear the people say,
“flowers are beautiful today!”
No compliments I ever got.
I’m just the lowly flower pot.
Where would those lovely flowers be
without a lovely pot like me?
It gives me extreme mental pain
so excuse me while I complain.
Most folks are like a flower pot.
They must settle for second spot
while a few whose lives are aglow
seem to always be stealing the show.