The Crop

The Crop

The Crop

There’s a lot of anger and hurt in the world
But that doesn’t mean you’ve got to be a turd
Retaliating and rebelling in vain
Will never take away your pathetic pain

You tell yourself there’s only so much to take
That you’re too weak to endure another ache
And compare yourself with what others have got
You sow and sow, but don’t reap a crop

This is a time of drought
And it causes many to doubt
You’re suffering a dry spell, that’s all
Fruit may be sparse for the Fall

But instead of burning it down to the ground
You could have got off the merry-go-round
Or just gather the sparse fruit of faith to be bound
Killing it off doesn’t keep your mind sound

Now sadness comes down like rain
And waters your soul you disdain
The scales of love you tried to balance
May haunt you in your little palace

What’s done is done. What’s fair is fair.
But you won’t see their pretty hair
And this may leave a lump in your throat
Yet, it’s somebody else steering your boat

© Bonita Louise Christensen

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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