On Love and Marriage
Love is a seedling aching to grow,
And marriage a bank account.
You cannot peruse what you haven't sown,
What you haven't got you can't count.
Put something away for a rainy day,
For some day you're gonna need it.
It's like having a garden that you didn't mulch,
Nor turn the earth nor seed it.
With home and hearth little time is spent,
While with strangers we oft will spend hours.
In neglecting the garden where love is grown,
We grow weeds instead of flowers.
Old age is upon us all too soon.
In our youth is the time to build it.
It's best to strive while the seedling is new,
Than to find that neglect has killed it.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2017
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