My Life

I would give you my life, if only that I could But, I can't, so I will give you a plant, You can then water it and then raise it good Pretend that it's me, then you will have a tree. You can nourish your tree so that it can grow tall With its varied limbs, and your many whims, And it will be there for you, when there is a cold fall The changing of a leaf, has no grief. Underneath the tree you can shelter yourself from the rain With your disputes, you can dig at its roots, Kick it or punch it, unlike me it doesn't feel the same pain And in your yard you will know, where it does grow. I could give your my life again, but I won't I am not sturdy or strait, or magnificent or great, I need more than wishes and complaints, so just don't Plant yourself trees, and maybe they can please. Randy L. McClave