Why do you not bend a little?
They call it grace
Swaying like a bamboo
With the wind.
Listen to it weave
The music of compromise
While it kisses the ground
At your feet.
Even bamboos however
Could only bend so much.
When the storm comes
Listen to their cracking!
They break one by one.
You could only bend so much.
I would prefer to be a rock
Smoothened by the years
But unswaying.
Why do you not bend a little?