We are like apples - Each rolls <br />Around taking its own course <br />But all eventually have the juice <br />Squeezed out - Some are thrown out <br />Before reaching the mill - those with worms <br />And rot make a bad taste - Some <br />With richness of soil minerals <br />Make a fine drink How do we grow? Do we ask <br />Why there is a mill <br />Or who is to take a drink?<br /><br />George Beecher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/simile-of-the-cider-mill/
