Weeds of Life
Another rainy morning
there have been alot this week
The water makes the flowers grow
but also grows the weeds.
Looking out my rain covered window
I watch the rain gently fall.
My mind begins to wander
back to the time I had it all.
A loving wife and family
a weekend place on the lake.
A beautiful 3 bedroom home
it was like no other place.
But worry,stress and job
started to take its toll.
All though I was only 29
I looked like I was 50 years old.
So to keep my body moving
I would pop a pill or two.
If I had a real bad day
it took more to see me through.
It got to the point for me
pills were important in my life
My family gave up on me
and then I lost my wife.
For two solid years I was in a daze
the pills kept me there.
I knew not where I was going
being truthful,I didn't care.
Then one morning as the rain fell
looking out the window past water beads.
I decided I wanted to be a flower
I didn't want to be a weed.
Just the beauty of the rain
and the growing flowers outside.
Made me check into rehab
Now I'm taking my life back...
Author's Notes/Comments:
Written thru the eyes of a friend, who I never gave up on...
Buren, I think this is one of your best. I also loved "Hand in Hand". Why did you delete it? Remember how Kim and I had painted it for you? Do you still have it?
Jess