Blade of Grass
Please, sir, can you help me?
For I'm just a blade of grass.
I know I'm a bit small,
just look at me through your glass.
You see, it's a bit hard
to live a life such as mine,
sitting out here all day,
through the rain or the sunshine.
I am often stepped on,
trampled, hurt, and forgotten.
At times people treat me
like I am something rotten.
So please, I beg of you,
just give me a second chance.
Before you step on me,
give me just a parting glance.
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(for Jon's random make-YWSers-do-poetry-thing)
