Trust

Fri, 06/21/2019 - 12:52 -- hurtgen

Trust is a flower that you just want to pick

Because it is pretty, but it's a trick

For if you pick the flower

You drain it of its power

And it ends up withered and dead

You'll sit there thinking in that small head

How a rash decision

Can block a most important vision

To leave it to thrive

 Rather than dive

Into the inevitable clutches of death

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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