Lifetime Of A Bonsai

I am a tiny bonsai, 

Stuck in an old greenhouse

Tended by the old man and his spouse

I am a tiny bonsai, 

Accidentally dropped 

With a cracked ugly pot

I am a tiny bonsai, 

Watching the little boy point at me and argue

Moved to a new home with walls all blue

I am a tiny bonsai, 

Standing under the warm sun 

In the corner of never changing room, filled with youthful fun

I am a tiny bonsai, 

Listening to the endless chatter

of the dimpled, spectacled boy drowning the rain's patter

I am a tiny bonsai,

Showered by love and long talks 

About philosophies, magical realms and nature walks

I am a tiny bonsai, 

Taken care of by the older teen

Who tries to be a kid, an adult and everything in between

I am a tiny bonsai,

Watching the intoxicated boy leave

Only to never return that eve

I am a tiny bonsai,

Watching the pyre burn to ashes

Scrutinising the crocodile tears of remaining boyish masses

I am a tiny bonsai, 

Being passed along strange hands, living life after the wrong turn

Moved along with belongings of the boy yet to return

I am a tiny bonsai,

Helpless, on an unfamiliar windowsill standing

Brushed off by rushing people and running cars while drying 

I am a tiny bonsai,

Unable to cry and shout

While everything around blurs out

I am a tiny bonsai, 

Drying and shrinking

Missing the dimpled 5-year-old's babbling

I am a tiny bonsai

Rewinding the gone 5-year-old’s whiny tone

Wishing to go back home