Garden Of Youth Poem by Dennis Go

I try to walk
In this garden of youth
To see if it will hone me,
Take me in and guide me.

Flowers on the aisle
Walk me be the side
As I gaze my eyes
To its vivid life.

I noticed a lone breed -
A weed quite so strange;
Ugly to my eyes,
Yet strong in pure scent.

I asked the gardener
Why keep such a thing
And ruin the spectacle
Of this beautiful garden.

He laughed out loud
And said to me 'My son,
It grew on its own
To catch the warm sun.'

'I've let it be
For it need not tending
Unlike these damn roses
Who needs babysitting.'

I stared awhile
In wonder and awe.
This ugly weed, I realized
Should be my guide after all.