We can reap what we sow, from the seeds that we plant to grow.
The planted seed
planted out of need
We all plant seeds
which can end up
growing weeds
I beg your pardon
as I water
my flower garden
No weeds
grow from my seeds
But watch out
for the thorns
Beautiful flowers that
will stick like bull horns
I could have invented
the rose
No better example
I suppose
I grow according to
this crazy mean environment
I'm thoroughly familliar
with my holy requirement
Excuse me Lord
I have problems to solve
Nothing I can't handle
each day that evolve
But those mean old
humans better keep out
of my flower garden
or I'll have to beg
your pardon
I'm not as strong as Jesus
he was a holy man
that tried to please us
I'll be damed if I let
any mean old human
nail me to a cross
Not as long as I'm
my own boss
OnepoetGem
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Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on September 7, 2008
Right on, Grady!!! Those people who make the streets mean can enter our gardens at their own risk. Write on!
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Thanks!!!
Sandie Angel :) :(