Faded Rose

He rested on the park bench every day To watch us kids with age-old eyes and feed The birds. He often brought us treats as well, And filled our heads with tales of wars that he'd Been through, and one that even till today He fought. He told me how his heart would bleed To know the faded rose on his lapel Was taking on the odor of a weed. I wished that he were young and I were old - For how I longed to view life through the eye Of seasoned age and wisdom. I could tell, In me he saw his youth again unfold. I never knew until today just why He worried so about the rose's smell.

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Brandy Nicole

Date: 12/29/2019 10:31:00 PM

Your thoughts tug deeply at the heart. This is filled with so many emotions. Beautiful and tender, all at the same time. ~ Brandy

John Watt
Date: 12/30/2019 3:12:00 AM

I'm glad you liked it, Brandy. Thank you for the visit and the uplifting words. Hugs ~ John

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/29/2019 3:57:00 PM

this one is so poignant, John. I noticed your enjambments and it made me feel good to see another one here at Soup that uses them the way I do. I have been told not to continue a thought onto a next line. To that I say Rubbish!! VERY well done. (also your meter is spot on, so bring on more TRUE sonnets, my fellow sonneteer)

John Watt
Date: 12/30/2019 3:11:00 AM

Thank you, Andrea. This means a lot to me. Hugs ~ John