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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...