Dandy

The Dandy Why tug and pull and wrench the beauty out And leave a hole wherein she sat When her crowning glory has a sunny glow Closely cropped above her shape With slender form that’s cloaked in green From which her spiky limbs stand proud Now thrown upon a united pile Forlorn and shriveled, bent, unkempt Exuding milky fluid from her damaged body Her foes delight in her agone and gloat No more the endless anchor that roots her to the spot She joins the multitude of fading family Whose ancient cures from way before Fixed ills and made life better A sun seeker removed from Eden The childhood clock amid the meadows That tells the world it’s time to go