Poem 570








What are these values,
thoughts, beliefs..
Are they my own?
Or are they plants
that sprouted
from my mind..
but by the hand
of others
once upon a time
were sown?

How do I tell apart
which ones of them
are flowers?
Which of them are
weeds?
When I was not
The One
who dutifully
planted
all these seeds..

I only reckon
that The Ones
which beautify
my life
are best for me
to keep.
As for the rest..
they get the loving
of my garden hoe,
indeed.

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