Weed

In my youth
I was given a seed.
I planted it in fine soil.
I cherished it
and watered it
and wateched it
eagerly yet patiently,
I anticipated all its needs
like a loving mother.
Then, there was
nothing but a bright green weed
that had flourshed under
my care, and I yanked it.
It came out easily and
I threw it away with disgust.
Weeks went by, and
nothing else grew there.
I don't why that seed never grew,
but I never expected anything good
to come to me.