WILTED FLOWERS
By: Daniel J. Maag
A flower has but a short existence,
its born unto this world from a small seed of life.
It grows slowly through the nurturing of sun, water and air.
It reaches towards the heavens and before long its pedals open and bloom.
For this is the best of times but its also the beginning of the end,
from this day on, its days are numbered.
The lucky flower is the one that gets picked and is given in love and friendship,
as appose to the one left to die alone behind.
But this flower of love and kindness that has brightened someone's world,
feels it is the fortunate one, but alas, it to is destined to die alone and forgotten.
As its beauty fades and pedals begin to wilt,
its not long before its tossed away with out any guilt.
Alone and empty it dies on a dump,
it served a purpose, but that moment was fleeting.
It once was the smile to someone's face,
now all it is, is a place for flies to eat.
