Like It Helped Me

Old lady will you please let me know

Why your garden is growing so tall

When my garden isn't growing at all.

Smiling the old lady wiped her brow

Then she turned smiling and looked my way

And told me she worked in her garden everyday.

Then she said a garden is the same as love

It needs constant attention for it to thrive

The same as anything or anyone alive.

I thanked the old lady and walked away

Knowing in all things what I need to do

This old lady's advice could help you.

Like it helped me.....

Ralph L. Clark © 2001

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