The Garden of Life
In ones garden did many flowers grow
With a display of many colours show
Many shapes and sizes of rare design
Touched by rare beauty nature defined
Each day to this garden the owner did go
To relish the peace that the flowers bestow
He marveled their splendour embraced their sublime
His vision of living and the flowers entwined
Then one day a weed appeared on the scene
It grew to great size where a flower had been
It took all his focus there was nothing besides
In his blinkered vision all the flowers had died
And likewise a man who lived on the same street
He had friends he had family each day he did greet
He had wealth he had power his world was on call
As he savoured good living never contemplate fall
Then one day a problem came into his life
It brought him grave feeling along with great strife
In his struggle for living his dreams placed aside
All the good in his life with the problem had died
P.J.Brennan