The white geranium was a birthday gift
It flowered profusely all last summer long
When winter came, I hid it in the hedge
To protect it and its loved life prolong
In spring I took it out to give it light.
Already flowers were visible and large
And so it lived upon my patio steps
I hoped that many buds would soon emerge
My eyes were set upon some other world
I did not look at it for seven weeks
The same large flowers were there yet looking grey
At last ,I realised my mind had been asleep
I picked it up to pull it from the pot
It broke in half ; it was man made,oh fool!
Yet for an entire year, it had me tricked;
As if I mistook tin for precious jewels.
Oh, absent mind; oh cruelly confused gaze.
Oh,woman blind;how foolish are your days!
