The Planted Seedling Left Behind
In a florid month of May
I trod a field one sunny day
All is alluring- yes I can say
Draped with flowers along its way.
And in the verdant field I see
Every man with its tree
But lo, one sapling was left behind
With no one with but loneliness entwined.
Poor seedling on the ground
It withered without a sound
For when it’s planted, all care’s deprived
And amidst the heat, who can abide?
All its nearby tress bear its fruits
But poor sapling on the ground
Now withered without a sound
‘tis a painful image of the truth.
And memories come flooding on my mind
I am like a seedling left behind
For when our friendship have its birth
My heart do leaps to show a mirth
But things do change along the run
I had thought I killed the fun
But lo it’s you who broke the bond
Like we've built our friendship on a sand.
Copyright © Ruth Wrights | Year Posted 2017
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