Felt flowers

As I began in this place of woe and joy I held

In my left hand small flower seeds,

In my right, felt flowers.

Working endlessly, I have built a life all my own,

Ignoring all whispers that tell me not to

Take this road that leads where I wish to go.

At the end I hold in my hand felt flowers.

Look upon my office wall and read the degrees,

That I have worked so hard,

In an ever-changing world to find and have,

Now I hold in my hand felt flowers.

I believed truly that I would have time for,

The seeds that I carried in my left,

I found that I never would,

but even with this lack of time,

This life of mine is beautiful,

But I hold in my hand only felt flowers