A thousand shaggy acorns
Driven into soggy ground
A few catch the fancy
Others are crushed beneath
Ground into the mud
Never to grow, drowned
Which are you then
The one taken as a fancy
The one ground down forever
Or the lucky one that sprouts
October 29, 2019
From “1,001 Acorns” by Anonymous
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