In Vases
In vases all across the land
Red roses have the upper hand,
Presented, proudly, to the wives
Who share their husbands' beds and lives.
Most likely, such a posh bouquet
Would not appear except the day
When special plans must be arranged
So Valentines might be exchanged.
The roses stand up tall and straight
Before succumbing to their fate
For as the days drift by, they'll droop,
Their water turned to murky soup.
The vases will go back on shelves
With nothing to amuse themselves
Until this time next year rolls 'round
When filled with roses they'll be found.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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