Poem: The Ones that Survived

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The Ones that Survive

Flowers die in the first frost,
or perhaps the second.

But always there is one that somehow lives,
somehow retains its color despite the cold,

a rare treasure, deserving of the protection
it never had.

About this poem

I am thinking of the many women I know who have joined in the #MeToo campaign this day. I don’t know if I am more angry or sad.

Tom

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