I know that I don’t know – Poem

You see, he said, I know

you are a beautiful flower.

And sometimes I hold you so tight

almost crushing you.

And sometimes I don’t feed you with days

almost starving you to death.

Don’t ask me why. I don’t know myself.

Am I a fool not to keep you safe?

Or am I naive thinking you will always be around?

I never know what the right answer is.

But I know that I don’t know.

 

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