I was, of course so very sad, <br />my flower had been taken. <br />And thought of what I might have had, <br />by now was badly shaken. <br /> <br />I left, what would you have me do? <br />Went home and went to bed. <br />And, as I drifted off I thought <br />'You haven't got a clue'. <br /> <br />And water goes once past the weir <br />it won't return for man. <br />This justifies my painful fear <br />that nothing, that you can <br />do, think or dream <br />that would undo <br />the fact that she is gone. <br /> <br />I tell myself 'Chin up, my friend, <br />your life will just go on.' <br /> <br />The years went by, <br />I bought a cane <br />at our local store, <br />to help me get into the plane. <br />I had to fly some more. <br /> <br />Up to the ramp I took my stride, <br />when something tapped my shoulder. <br />So, down I looked, <br /> my eyes went wide: <br />I saw a giant boulder. <br />That in itself was not enough <br />to get me all excited, <br />I had been well trained to be tough <br />my lips now said 'United'. <br /> <br />How strange this world, how sweet indeed <br />I thought, now see'ng the reason. <br />My flower peeked at me so sweet, <br />it was the rainy season. <br /> <br />I dropped into the mud right then <br />and reached out with both hands. <br />And touched my sweet thing <br />kissed her then. <br />My tears rolled in the sand. <br /> <br />I took her home, she told me that, <br />(while leaning on my shoulder) , <br />they'd sheltered her from cold and wet <br />behind the giant boulder. <br /> <br />And I had seen the obvious stone, <br />but not my little flower. <br />She waited for me all alone. <br />Her love gave her that power. <br /> <br />She lives with me now in a pot <br />and I am in there with her. <br />We talk of all these years a lot <br />and then........... <br />I always kiss her.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-flower-ii/
