A beautiful poem

　The man who wants a garden fair,
　　Or small or very big,
　　With flowers growing here and there,
　　Must bend his back and dig.
　　
　　The things are mighty few on earth,
　　That wishes can attain,
　　Whatever we want of any worth,
　　Weve got to work to gain.
　　
　　It matters not what goal you seek,
　　Its secret here reposes:
　　You've got to dig from week to week,
　　To get results or roses.

Anny wrote:　The man who wants a garden fair,
　　Or small or very big,
　　With flowers growing here and there,
　　Must bend his back and dig.
　　
　　The things are mighty few on earth,
　　That wishes can attain,
　　Whatever we want of any worth,
　　Weve got to work to gain.
　　
　　It matters not what goal you seek,
　　Its secret here reposes:
　　You've got to dig from week to week,
　　To get results or roses.