Long ago

Long ago in the mud
I put a seed, cause I must
But what as a child
I didn’t realize
Was that trees are not first flowers
But even thorns that,
You, can char.
Friends, are to mend
Shoulders to cry they are to lend
But that’s not the ease
Nobody today has a single face
On one front, they prompt to shane
But in their hearts, they don’t even care.
Once they get someone to hold
Towards others, they turn cold.
No more In life or friends,
I put my faith.
Live for yourself –
It has been rightly said