As I wander through my garden,

the garden of my life.

I see the shrubs I planted.

I see where weeds grow rife.

I see the fragrant flowers,

enjoying every one.

I see unfinished projects,

those things I should have done.

I know where plants have flourished.

I know where plants have died.

Could I have lived life better

if I had really tried?

 
 

David Garlick, Victoria, April, 1990