The Lotus (Old Poem)

Our garden grew so many things

Each with beauty all its own

You had your plants and I had mine

I wished for one we’d grow together

 

We sat and pondered what we’d plant

So many choices, so little space.

To the end we were divided,

I wanted a lotus, and you a tree.

 

We decided there was room enough for both,

But bitterness still stained your heart.

You made me care for it on my own

And horded the supplies for your tree.

 

I worked to get it food and water,

I toiled away at my own pace.

You thought that your tree would bare you fruit,

And that I’d stare in awe and envy.

 

Over time my lotus blossomed,

And though it hadn’t much to give,

It never did me any harm

And I was proud of what I’d made.

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