I should have picked a ripe succulent,
to adorn my desk as a companion.
Its leaves are thick and of hearty heart,
a desert drizzle could tend to its roots.
I should have planned for my neglect.
Absent minded, a soft colorful visage
sullenly droops, as I think less of caring
and often too consumed for kindness.
With not enough time to sit in a window,
life’s unvented pain collects real slow,
from what can’t be reached up above,
and a water vase that is half a world away.
On the brink of lonely death, a friend
helped to mend my wound. Reminding
me to take the time, helping others grow,
so radiant color can collect on their leaves.
My choice, although seemingly careless,
made a far better person out of me.
To awareness’s end and loves expand,
a more daring to be caring, man I am.
Maybe I should…
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