My days were, once, filled with flowers.
They occupied many happy hours.
Poverty caused me to lose interest.
Take this one time, for instance -
when I bought some bulbs of daffodils,
with money that should have paid bills,
and, oh in the spring, how I cried -
when that brutal winter, all bulbs died.
This caused my heart to harden.
And, to this day, I do not care to garden.
SH Burum abt. 2003
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