My Rose

MY ROSE

My red rose, a perfect shape
With petals smooth and round.
So chic on a slender stem,
What a lovely rose I've found.

Over time my rose has changed,
It's petals began to spread.
Then colour faded slowly,
Looking more pink than red.

The rose had became so drab
Petals were sagging badly.
It was looking worn and tired
I gazed upon it sadly.

Now my poor old faded rose
Has finally come to rest,
In a hanging basket,
Tattooed upon my breast.

Copyright © Vivien Wade Nov.12 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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