The indecisive gardener
Did not know what to plant;
“For every ‘thing’ that I can do,
There’s sixty that I can’t!”
And so his seeds sat in the shed
Amidst the loamy spring:
Because he could not do it all
He never did
A thing
The indecisive gardener
Did not know what to plant;
“For every ‘thing’ that I can do,
There’s sixty that I can’t!”
And so his seeds sat in the shed
Amidst the loamy spring:
Because he could not do it all
He never did
A thing
Love it–I used to be like that.
Great poem..
Thank you. Not surprisingly, I had a hard time deciding whether or not to post it.
Glad you did..amazing it is..