Our memory is like a garden, where we spend many hours
Watering fragrant flowers.
Yet sometimes we succeed
In fertilising a weed.
Indeed
We take a perverse delight in watching it grow
Much though
We deny that it is so!
Let not the weed
Seed
Say I,
But learn from it, then let it die,
For if it’s growth you do not control
It will succeed
And choke your soul.
K Morris - Poet 
Its soo beautifully written!! I loved it!! 😃😃
Great work!
Many thanks for your very kind words. I am delighted you like my poem. Kind regards, Kevin
Your welcome Friend. 😊
Stay clam and keep smiling! 😃
Have a good day! ⛅ 🤗
Thank you. Have a good weekend. Kind regards, Kevin
Very memorable imagery, and very appropriate in its depiction of how so many of us focus on the bad times until that becomes our life.
Many thanks for your comment. I am delighted that my poem spoke to you and thank you for following my blog. Kind regards, Kevin