LIKE A REED
LIKE A REED
I am a reed weak and worn
Tossed around and battered in a
Summer storm.
Frail
Not one of Nature’s best
Yet
Paradoxically
It is my flexibility
That allows me to survive
The strongest oak tree.
And
As I grow old
Feeling death’s Winter cold
I see struggling next to me
The seeds of my progeny.
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a Compilation
of life of those that follow a path like or even unlike your own. A completeness of understanding of all that is given us here. a good write and a good thought. Thank you again, Joe.
Mike
Thank you, Mike. You
Thank you, Mike. You understand me well.
joe
The oak shall fall The reed
The oak shall fall
The reed shall bow
and weather the storm.
Respectfully,
Amartya
Yes ,We " reeds" always
Yes ,We " reeds" always do....
joe