Sowed by mistake
Formed forgotten
Born for pride and gold
Lived with shame till old

Yearned for the sun
But loved by the moon
The sun desired the clouds
The moon desired the ground

Loved the moon
Bound to the sun
Jack of all trades
But master of none

Hated to touch
But easy to use
Wanted by all
But needed by none


Desired to stand high
Broken wings
And stinging thorns
Fated to break wings

Here lies the lonely cactus
Needed by none but wanted by all.


   ~~steffy