Getting Out Of My Own Way
Eleven Roses
Four months ago I brought to her a plant
On it was eleven miniature roses
Perhaps a peace offering
Perhaps an attempt to show I care
The first two months
The plant was ignored and it suffered
I found it brown, dry, and flowerless
I panicked, I was angry, and then I took a breath
As I lingered above the garbage can I thought
As I thought I decided to give it another chance
Into action I sprung, picking off the dead flowers
Into acion I sprung, trimming the dead branches
This was not enough so I fed it
This also not enough so I wet it
I put her rose twig outside in the sun
I put it out to see who won?
Today I noticed color on the branches
Today I counted twelve roses
On it was eleven miniature roses
Perhaps a peace offering
Perhaps an attempt to show I care
The first two months
The plant was ignored and it suffered
I found it brown, dry, and flowerless
I panicked, I was angry, and then I took a breath
As I lingered above the garbage can I thought
As I thought I decided to give it another chance
Into action I sprung, picking off the dead flowers
Into acion I sprung, trimming the dead branches
This was not enough so I fed it
This also not enough so I wet it
I put her rose twig outside in the sun
I put it out to see who won?
Today I noticed color on the branches
Today I counted twelve roses
