- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Weeds in My Garden
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereFrost loves apples in fall
so does Newton
Old men are weeds not tomatoes
wither bent and goest
scraggly beards and fingers
fruit long gone in summer's memory
Springtime picked by sunshine girls
lost to life like passing leaves
windblown now and shriveled
waiting winter's final blast
Brown snow falls from sleeping trees
across the lawn drift flakes of life
Prepare the way for next year's crop
old to new and love won't freeze
turn the earth as it must
and plow under steel to rust
- COMMENTS
Maria2394over 19 years agofor some reason, this poem seems to be sad, what is sad about the cycles of life? I like this poem, a lot, especially the end :)
