Some people are like flowers,
They grow,
They bloom,
They shine for a while,
And then they fade away.
When they die
They return to the soil
From whence they came.
I am like a worm,
That lies underground
Within the cold and the darkness,
And only see the light
When I'm turned by the fork.
And yet without me
The flowers couldn't grow.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-people-are-like-flowers/
