Andrew James Whalan

Poet and Storyteller

The Glower of a Flower

I met a flower in the park

A loving look I hoped to see

Instead a glower in the dark 

Was the reproof given to me 




It knew I would never water it,

Nor pull persistent weeds away

It knew that I would pluck it, 

Fall in love with it and throw it away.

Andrew Whalan

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