Home was a quiet place and thoughts didn’t run around much.
All my thoughts, good and bad, all in a giant basket, I walked out.
On my way, out to the big bad world, I dropped a few of them fruits from my basket ,held on to some and walked further..
A few steps down the lane and a few of them bad became rotten. I winced.
Should have thrown them out before. Guilt seeped in . Conscience pricked.
Yet I walked with my basketful of fruits and kept them both ,good and bad.
A few more steps down the lane, the basket was heavy and my hand swept in, grabbed them some, and threw out a few, the good.
Walked down more and then it was late, and I was hungry and I looked in my bag and there lay all of them rotten.
If only I had thrown them out, the bad.