the leaves are spotted
brown and black
the stem is long and narrow
at its base a crocus blooms
a branch leans towards the sun
the pot is black
the soil is brown
it used to be my fathers
like the man whose time is spent
the plant looks old and barren
the old mans face
is grey and worn
his body bent and sorrowed
at his feet a young boy stands
with eyes that see tomorrow
Robert
2013
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