Member Rara Avis
|Better than Weeds
If I wrote a love song
To touch a million different souls...
I wonder would it touch you too.
I wonder could it make you whole.
You play in last year’s garden,
But mostly look on, withdrawn.
As something seems to harden
All the joy it used to spawn.
If I were to offer you a hug,
Would that at least garner a smile?
Or would it be swept beneath a rug
That has us living from denial.
I live in last year’s garden, too,
The fragrance there seldom so sweet
As memory tells me it used to,
When life seemed more complete.
But should we never draw a pardon
From the prices of past deeds...
Just remember last year’s garden
Is still a lot better than weeds.
Hope you don't mind the poetic reply, Sharon.It's been dawdling in my head since I first read "Last Year's Garden"Made me think of the Wolf and the Rose... that's twice now you drew my pen out of hiding.