Weeding

Something that a garden's needing Often is a little weeding. Also, in my driveway's treads, Weeds do poke their little heads. Though my thumbs are far from green, I know weeds should not be seen; So I pull and yank and pluck When invaders run amok. Still, these plants keep on returning. Here's the lesson I am learning: Just like people, plants that lack Usefulness keep coming back. Wouldn't we all give a cheer If low-lifes all would disappear? Let weeds and bad guys stay alive But far from where the good guys thrive. Then beauty'd have a chance to grow. Yet wishing will not make it so; So I'll keep weeding if I choose, As human weeds invade the news.