The Rose Garden
I went to the garden alone, while the dew was still on the roses.
It was morning and I thought I was alone.
Then I saw him sitting there on the bench - a middle aged man that looked a bit hippy-ish.
So, I sat beside him and spoke to him.
"Hi, how are you doing?"
He sighed as her leaned forward putting his elbows on his knees and looking at the ground.
"Well", he said, "I'm a little down. Things aren't going quite the way I expected. There is too much greed and hate and sadness."
"I guess it is human nature." I said.
"Yeah, but I told them to fight that. I told them to love one another, help one another, treat each other the way they would want to be treated."... he sighed again and I saw his shoulders sag a bit.
"They were supposed to feed the hungry", he continued, " and give to the poor, but they think the hungry and poor are just lazy and looking for a handout. I don't remember putting conditions on their actions. They are all just too attached to their worldly goods."
I felt sorry for him, so I patted him on the shoulder and told him that I hoped things worked out okay for him. Then I continued my walk through the garden.
