Potential (for Karen)
You know how a flower
When you walk out in a field
And the flower maybe isn’t
At its full-bloom fresh
Maybe its orange
Is mixed with a bit of brown
Maybe a few petals
Are lost to time
Maybe it droops a bit
From a sore lower stem
You know how those flowers
Just simply
Give up
Decide not to show themselves
Because they have no more
To offer
The world?
Of course they don’t.
There’s always more beauty
To share
No matter what
Your age.