Wilting Away
People are like flowers.
Most grow to be wonderful and beautiful.
Pink, Blue. maybe a nice dollop of Green.
I stay alone in my own side of the garden.
It's not easy.
As I slowly wilt away.
It’s not the life I want. But a life I deserve.
As I slowly wilt away.
Children come around to frolic and play.
As I slowly wilt away.
Birds sing, fly, and chirp.
As I slowly wilt away.
Nobody remembers my name.
As I slowly wilt away.
The gardener comes around and notices my state.
It’s too late.
I’ve already wilted away.
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