Poem: Care and Feeding

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Care and Feeding

Each year I plant new flowers. knowing
each year some will die, victims
of the cold Vermont winter.

Life, mine at least, whithers without care
and feeding.

About this poem

Take care of yourself.  Feed your spirit. Daily if possible. Never feel guilty for it. Without care, we all die.

Even as we breathe

Tom

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