Strewn about in disarray
My feelings are not dismissed
Time has not been granted
And I’ve got everything but this
Future, past, and present
Of times for me to behold
Things that are often rocky
Will fail and never hold
But in this beautiful garden
Where my life blossoms to the sun
I’m set with my ways of growing
And the day has just begun
Many things will come my way
Bees will land and buzz on by
Perhaps I’ll live a life of interest
Not on the plant here will I die
Someday a gardener will see me
As the dew glistens from my leaves
They’ll snip away the stem
And put me in a vase for all to see
In those days of endless bliss
Of freedom from the plant
I’ll know what I could have been
And I’ll know what I can’t
This is what I’ve always wanted
Since first a blooming bud
To be taken from my desolation
And be given to someone with love.
 
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