Haven't you seen those flowers, so gorgeous,
They taught us, of colors and fragrances,
and to blossom and to outshine how,
With strong and enduring stems of their.
Haven't you seen those monuments, strong and still,
Some of milky marbles, some of limestones,
They've seen more storms, still stands so strong,
With herculean and well built pillars of their.
Haven't you seen some of those poems, immortal-
The elegant rhythm and captivating emotions,
Sadness and joy, all firm and held together,
With profound and fierce verse of their.
And then there is, a man, with no hope.
Potential and flair, that'll never develop.
And he's weak, frail and falling down
With no stems, pillars nor verses backing
Leaned on for so long
And he has