[This poem was written in the mid-1960s and first appeared in my chapbook, "The Lady in the Pink Hat," Candor Press, 1969.]
the last rose battered and beaten Bowed for final bequest weary, and rejected, I whisper a final request for one who suffers failure like me--the struggle for life. When utter end is strife the bud grows fat and tight on the vine And the future that waits to blossom is mine.
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