The robin don't mind
if it's the poor side of town
and everything is run down
gonna sing anyway.
The daffodill don't care
if it's growing by a shack
where the folks smoking crack
gonna bloom anyway.
The sun isn't bothered
if it's above a vacant lot
all decay and rot
gonna shine anyway.
Spring ain't concerned
if it's on a dead-end street
where the folks drag their feet
gonna come anyway.
Ah.. nicely said, I hear the robin's song and see the yellow of the flower... Spring on the dead end is easier than winter to bear, For all those who tiredly etch out their existance there, Thou life, death, and the seasons are for everyone to share, Natures joys oft' go unnoticed by those with so much care.
Beautiful, great written poem. Excellent form. Very well you are using the rhyme. I read with pleasure and 10v. - real :) Greetings. Thank you :) Maria Barbara
This is quite true William...beautiful poem thank you...if we cared less about ourselves and more about nature things would be so much better...Fi 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
April is wonderful 10 ++