Dead Roses

Sharp blades through their stem They evince smiles in all of them Wrapped in plastics, bound by ribbons Glittering in glass vases, beautiful prisons They bleed in the sunshine for the bees As the buzzers dance around petals and leaves They could be moved from gardens to the graves Like being sucked out of heaven to the hades They could be with the joyous and those in pain Scotched in the sun, soaked in the rain They are adored flowers but all in vain As they droop and wither to die again