No Bell Can Buy a Rose

This poetry is inspired by the NCoV (Novel Coronavirus) pandemic. No bell can buy a rose By SirKnor I need a rose as my mom is sick. Her body is really weak. A rose can cheer her up, And a tea in her favorite cup. But roses are getting expensive lately. Where can i find and have it for free? As my mom is now pale, I need to rush and make her well. When I went to the park , I saw a flower shop hidden in the dark; Yet flowers were not on sale, And it's not free for a poor male. I only have this rusty bell given by my late dad But the owner refused and got mad: Oh Boy! No bell can buy a rose! With a loud bang, the store is closed. It's late, and still no flower in my hands. I want her happiness, so I risk this chance. With desperation, i made a rose out of paper. I know it isn't enough; I wish she won't suffer. "Mom", I called. "Here's the rose I promise." I got no response, so I gave her a kiss. Her cheeks are cold with a beatless heart. I cried as I was too late to do my part. The next day we are all at the church. I move slowly, I can't even march. Then the parish bells echoed in every corner; And I saw all the flowers beside her bier! I remember what the store owner said. I realize that roses are free when you are dead! It's true that no bell can buy a rose; As it's given when you rest at the cross. (End)