Left but not because of rotten

Left but not because of rotten

Where

the apple fell,

The fragile fruit tree still proudly stands.

As a kid
I did fall,

But you
placed out both hands.

From a brazen
boy I grew,

To an
outspoken man.

Strength
exist in numbers,

So all
together we vowed to band.

In the
face, of all adversities,

Retreat never,
not have I ran.

Live life
to the fullest was our motto,

And the
forbidden law of the land.

Never known
to have faultered,

Into the
fire from the frying pan.

When meditations
in order,

No need
for a border,

Nor fire
shall I fan

You
taught me never to say can’t,

But
instead always say I can,

As yours,
my tree shall flourish,

When allowed
to grow from this sand.

Forever nourished
to see,

The full
forest,

Not just
the tree,

Is my
plan.

Apple that
fell

From
this tree of life

Like you

Triumph
once again.

    Jim

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