Simple Flowers
My heart keeps asking what you meant
When without much fanfare you said
You don't like the fancy bouquet
Born of our prosperous days,
For you still love those simple flowers
I used to give you when we were poor.
I don't know how to tell you my dear
Flowers too have evolved over the years,
And this may be a good time to assure you
The vase so genuine, has never wavered.
February 5, 2018
HM: Brian's Choice A Contest by Brian Strand
Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2018
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