Journal - the Last Few - Ii

JOURNAL II – The Last Few The old, empty house just next door. They say it’s gutted, pipes and all. It’s boarded-up now sad ghostly, The metamorphosis over a long period Walking by one day I wonder at the wealth of Roses by the front sidewalk Life goes on And I catch at the realization Such a wealth of flowers, Such beauty fronting the ugly old place I smooth a petal with one finger, deep in thought Oh yes, the last few will be searching