a little tree

help thyself.

once turned this age, decided

i may ask for help, seems i did not need it,

the blokes were all at tea, so chose

the tree, carried it to the car


i always have one, fresh green, i like

the smell, the feel of it. in the house,

whatever is happening,

happy or sad,

i like the constant tree.

i never used to ask for help,

until this last birthday.

it is a new rule, maybe

i shall break it.