A flower in a garden that’s treated like a weed
And gathers no attention nor garners any heed
It soaks up what is left or can wither in the brush
Or bides its time in silence with ne’er a need to rush.
A hardy sort, of course, that will weather every storm
And seizes on each moment that bides without a form
While there among lost shadows of times we never dreamt
Lie memories forsaken, abandoned or unkempt !
A gentle thought tugs at my mind
Where is the peace we’re meant to find
Where is the joy life promises
With love for all the reward is ?
Who makes the rules and carries out
The consequence of fear or doubt
Who rends the earth or tears apart
A mountain top or broken heart ?
While all of this continues on
Is there a force to wish upon
Perhaps a dream we’ll never see
Or paradise that cannot be ?
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Claire V. Bogdanos 