Fruits of Effort
You reap what you sow
But if it was sabotaged,
Will it really, ever grow?
I fail to understand how
The seedling I did plant now
Was decayed when it erupt
As if it had been fed cyanide, stead water.
I must face what has grown
And accept what has shown
It was planted with love
And it did not grow a trove
But a murky brown of the soil where it lay.
How, in fact, must I make way
For such a fact, I should dismay
That I sang to it all-day
And still, it did not display.
Now it is time to collect
All of which I have wrecked
Just like the time in effect
I have managed to affect
the plant which I did sow.
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