The spider plant by my window has overgrown its pot.
The wilted leaves, still healthy, must feel like I forgot.
Three separate plants all are combined in this spot,
Today, I decided to water them, resoil them, and whatnot.

The sun, it shines like it were late September,
The wind, it blows like it were early November,
The sky, it's clear like it were mid December.
My mind, it's at ease, for the first time I remember.

My gums, still bleeding.
My lips, still chapped.
My nose, still running.
My stomach, still trapped.

Just two days ago my head was numb,
my feet were sore,
my joints, they ached,
but, not anymore.

And soon, those wilted leaves, will be green again,
And I will find a bigger pot,
For, these plants have traveled with me,
and believe me, I never forgot

All we've been through,
the places we've been,
the mistakes i've made,
my life of vice and sin.

But, though i've lost many a friend,
and people they've gone and changed,
my heart, still pure, and full of love,
these plants, stay with me, like something above.

And years from now, when i'm old and dying,
I'll find them a spot near where i plan on lying,
By then they should be vivacious, glowing and full of life,
and for eternity take care of me and my wife.

01/06/2007

Posted on 01/06/2007
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