The Beauty of the Rose

The roses lie upon the ground Their petals shriveled and dead Where once they bloomed so tall and proud They’re now decayed instead Once they gave such pleasure Their scent wafting in the air Unparalleled they stood In beauty beyond compare Their haunting scent is gone now The petals have faded away Dropping softly to the ground Unnoticed at the end of day Beauty is in the eye of the beholder And that is really true But too often the eye is unseeing And vanity clouds our view The flower that gave such beauty That we loved to gaze upon Is still to be revered Although now faded and gone Just as the face of a beautiful woman Who’s weathered the ravages of time Is remembered still for the pleasure she gave When she was in her prime. Copyright©2007 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reseerved)