Unpruned Branch
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The branch that grew on its own
No consideration of where it was sown
Oh, the heights could it seek
To become one that others would speak
Look at this what I have will flourish
Many shall see my example to nourish
New heights and beauty of many branches
All going in many directions
Not seeing the way it was headed
Even the spiders had quit netted
As the branch was about to hit the power line
The workers came by and chopped its spine
Falling to the ground in unbelief
What use shall I be of now in grief
How many times did it refuse to be pruned
Now laying in the dust of ruined
Copyright © Stephan McBride | Year Posted 2023
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