It’s the flower,
Not fertilizer,
We remember.
It’s the bird,
Not nests,
That fly away.
It’s the knob,
Not doors,
That hold the future.
It’s the dream,
Not sleep,
That shows the way.
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Written by j.s.lamb
.Author of “Orange Socks & Other Colorful Tales.” How I survived Vietnam & kept my sense of humor.