A Simple Virtue

They are worth much and dearly sought.
The price for simple virtues is high.
Without heartfelt joy, life is painful.

I see days pass in the lives of men.
Although I identify with their struggles,
I feel happy about my life.

What flower will grow next in my heart?
Will I need to uproot others again?
Will it add to my glorious garden?
I love the aroma of my roses.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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