People are like tender plants,
Unheeded they will wilt;
Wracked with wasted worry,
Wrecked with helpless guilt.
A man who is well tended,
will face life with a laugh;
He will flourish, grow and thrive,
with his gentle other half.
But if he is neglected,
He will sulk and slink away;
He will grow petulant,
and lose his temper everyday.
A woman who is cherished,
grows sweet, serene and wise;
She glows with inner radiance,
with sparkles in her eyes.
But if she is discarded,
she'll wither up in weeks;
She'll lose the lustre in her hair,
The blush will leave her cheeks.
Just as you'd tend a garden,
with water and sunlight;
Tend your precious loved ones,
always with all your might.
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