Things That Grow
I am not a poet or a master of prose.
I am a just a man who likes to write
About anything that grows.
Like flowers that bloom at first light
All lined up in tiny little rows
Beautiful petals at a perfect height
To be seen in the shadows.
The essence of man and his plight
To grow up to be a normal Joe
Lives in the day and sleeps at night
Waiting for love and ability to sow
The fates of the two are the last rite
Pray for all things that grow
Before they reach the afterlife
Duane LaChance Sr. 2012
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