Wandering slowly down the street
Moving dead beat weary feet
Wanted to go out,get some air
So exhausted, as I can bear
Seeing flattened wooden bench
Sitting on it makes some sense
Resting now my tired bones
With a sigh and quiet groans
Thinking I’ve had enough of life
With this illness so much strife
Then I saw a flower growing
How it got there is no knowing
Through a crack up in the path
Struggling upwards,made me laugh
Yes this lesson I have learned
Though my body may feel burned
Like this flower I will grow
Stronger,stronger,this I know
Against all odds,I will flower
And grow just like a rosy bower
Let it’s fragrance spread with noon
And flower neath the milky moon
4/3/15
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