To pull my shaky legs,
she presented me
clods in a golden box
on my sixtieth birthday
I put the clods in a pot
and planted a rose in it
Next year on her birthday
I presented her a fresh rose
from the same rose plant
Wow! What a sweet rose!
Ducky! Where you found it?
She asked me in all surprise.
It's the miracle of your clods
was my reply in all sincerity.
Oh! I just made fun of you
but I just took it serious!
and anything wrong in it?
Nothing wrong! said she.
Today I learnt it for a fact:
If love is serious, it can turn
even a clod into a lovely rose
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