A battle between love and pride
My soul remains restless inside
I thought my heart grew wider
But it only worked as a divider
A meadow only grows annuals in spring
But is growth everything?
Death and decay is a graveyard site
Does six feet under make things alright?
But dirt is decay and growth
But you don’t want both
Your ego is on the line
But remember perennials need sunshine
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019