I wish I had the tenacity

Of the things they call weeds

It seems nothing can stop them

This fact I do concede

They tend to pop up everywhere

Usually, in places you don’t want

Taking over, crowding flowers out

Your gardening skills they taunt

Getting rid of them, good luck

Pull one and two more appear

Overnight they always arrive

Creating more work you fear

On hands and knees, you go

Gloves and trowel in hand

Dig them up, get their roots

Is the usually accepted plan

If I could pattern my life

A weed I surely would be

When knocked down I’d get up

Use some of that tenacity

No way could I be kept down

I would find a way to return

Stand tall, not hide my head

An example of a lesson learned

June 14, 2022