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.
Poet and Storyteller
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.