The Lucky Plant - Poem by Ghost Legend
Did I ever rant about my Lucky Bamboo plant?
Lucky, of course, because it needs no land.
The world is scant, although a sycophant,
And this beauty needs not a hand.
It's similar to me, I'd say—it can't tolerate the Sun,
At least not through direct exposure any way done.
Left to revel in dark, this plant discovers most fun
Without the need of anyone.
That's not to say it doesn't suffer alone—
The lack of nutrients does cause harm.
But it's best to be short-lived than be sprung
At the whims of everyone.
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