We are not weeds
Once upon a distant time
another place another world
a family came into being
born not of blood but circumstance
a weary crew had sprouted needs
they were too few to fill
and one by one their call was heard
and one by one the kin-ship grew
and every one had purpose
and purpose fueled pride
and pride shone through like polished teak
It was a good journey
a good ship.
But as the years and decades passed
the captain thought he spotted weeds
rotting through his precious hull
and so he pulled them
one by one
until even flowers failed to bloom.
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Good luck you, and I'm sorry about the company friend you wrote
about in the other post. -gene.
Regis