Weeding

Something that a garden's needing
Often is a little weeding.
Also, in my driveway's treads,
Weeds do poke their little heads.


Though my thumbs are far from green,
I know weeds should not be seen;
So I pull and yank and pluck
When invaders run amok.


Still, these plants keep on returning.
Here's the lesson I am learning:
Just like people, plants that lack
Usefulness keep coming back.


Wouldn't we all give a cheer
If low-lifes all would disappear?
Let weeds and bad guys stay alive
But far from where the good guys thrive.


Then beauty'd have a chance to grow.
Yet wishing will not make it so;
So I'll keep weeding if I choose,
As human weeds invade the news.