Denis Picozzi Poet Rhyme

Garden of Time

Will my time come
                             When I end up with that green thumb
                                  Allowing my garden to flourish
                              For the seeds I’ve planted to have fun
                                  Or will I always be on the run
                        With the feeling of standing in front of the gun

                                  When will my greatness arrive
                                  For I wish my garden to thrive
                               With every seed that has survived
                                      Just waiting for my time

                                      For my garden to thrive
                                                 Water
                                             Nourishment
                                        Followed with time

                               Hoping it happens before I pass
                        Wishing the good times could forever last
             For I am tired of starring at my garden through the glass
                               But life cannot be rushed so fast
                                  Hope I am not stuck wishing 
                             That good times could forever last

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Jeff Kyser April 10, 2022 at 2:35 PM Planting is hope, man, Seek the way forward, Not up to you or a roll of the dice. Till up the ground; Now's just the foreword. Harvest is coming, Let that thought suffice! Denis Picozzi April 12, 2022 at 12:45 PM Thanks for your wonderful comment Jeff, hope life is treating you well sir. :D