Have you never
Asked yourself
' What do I Know? '
I have.
And when I have
I've come to feel
A dandelion seed
Borne gently
By the wind
Infinitely
More wise
Than I.
' Why? ', you ask.
Within that shriveled head,
Beneath one dead grey tuft
There lies a secret -
That tiny speck of brown
Knows how to grow
Another plant complete!
To multiply itself
Ten thousand fold!
Will ever
This secret be mine?
Will I be so complete?
Where's my shrivelled head
With one grey tuft?
I Long
To welcome it!
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i am speechless! .....................beautifully inked...........................loved it