Milking Daisies

Every since she was a little girl

She’s been going out in this field.

Picking daisies.

One day she decided

It wasn’t enough;

Just looking at them.

Now you see out there


Trying to milk daisies.

Nobody can convince her

She’ll get nothing from it.

For years

You’d see her out there

Wandering around

Trying to get something

That you can’t possibly get

From what most people call a weed.

Then one day

She walks out of the field

Turns around

Realizing how insane that must have looked

How many years she spent

How many years she wasted.

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