I know I can be as prickly as a cactus. This is because my natural defenses come up when I feel I'm in your way or misunderstood.
People prefer pretty flowers, no one gives a damn about the poor cactus. They don't know that once they get past the pins, they'll have crucial water.
The cactus and I are brothers. Not handsome but we stand there, unwavering and waiting, arms outstretched, welcoming the thirsty travelers. Maybe saving their lives.
Alas, once their needs are fulfilled, they don't look back. And they don't notice that the remaining water are tears indeed.
Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
I agree with the Dr...
Michael D. Brooks almost 7 years ago
Another good one.
Jim M almost 7 years ago
I love your style of writing, this is one of my favourites so far
D.M. almost 7 years ago
it is so often like this... good one!
Frenchie almost 7 years ago
Thank you my friends... Thank you :-)