This SHORT piece was inspired by a rose that died at work. Ironically enough the flower was given to another co-worker by a TEMP. Sometimes beauty is but for a moment and then it moves on. The gesture and emotions attached are always remembered even though the physical specimen of the being has wilted.
I used to shake my rose hips to beautiful arias
My suitors swooned with delight as my alluring aura blossomed like tempestuous tulips
But alas it is now over
My petals are now cold, white, stark and pale
They droop in remembrance of the good times
The sips of wine fed to me by various lovers
I have lived a thousand lives
Been the envy of a million wives
Even though my head nods from exhaustion
I smile in remembrance of the joy I’ve experienced and dispensed
Don’t cry for me, don’t wince
I lived short, but lusciously
It was so intense
I now rest
Longing to grace God’s garden and peek my head over his floral fence
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