David Palethorpe

Beautiful flowers 

Are what gardeners grow

In very neat borders

All in a row

Weeding out weeds

Day after day

Pulling them up

Throwing them away

But what are we discarding

Are we sure they are weeds

Who is it who decides

I bet we can’t agree

It’s just the same with people

They say beauty is skin deep

So how do we decide

Who to discard and throw away

And who as friends we keep

Perhaps it’s time to grow

Accept people as they are

A miracle of creation

All as equally beautiful

The flowers of their generation