One look around
You become a judge
Not too much effort
Obviousness prevails
Some people care
Others do not
I see a garden with a flourish
Another with rot
Some make a pretty picture
Others a patch of despair
I think about indifference
How long can it wear?
Too many weeds
Not enough rain
Weathers hot
Lost are the dreams
The proud ones smile
Rock on their porch
Make no judgements
Leave that to us
Soon will be the frost
Then what will it matter?
Another year and wait until next
The crux of all the chatter
Stanski
August 1, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 