Some people are like flowers, <br />They grow, <br />They bloom, <br />They shine for a while, <br />And then they fade away. <br />When they die <br />They return to the soil <br />From whence they came. <br />I am like a worm, <br />That lies underground <br />Within the cold and the darkness, <br />And only see the light <br />When I'm turned by the fork. <br />And yet without me <br />The flowers couldn't grow.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-people-are-like-flowers/
