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.