The Colored Roses
When I think of roses my mind reveals death
I see all the different colors around and it takes my breath,
Because I know the meaning behind all the flowers
It is like in the Mafia where a rose is a symbol of power,
This is likely the only time you will see such beauty
Due to when someone dies they feel it is their duty,
To buy a beautiful flower arrangement for all to see
I wonder if the soul in the casket wants to yell what about me,
We seem to forget that the roses will soon die
And yet everyone sits there an begins to cry,
For the body lying in the beautiful coffin
Then you ask yourself why didn't I visit more often,
No one seems to see beyond the beauty of all the colored flower arrangements
Maybe because we know one day that will us in this same confinement.
Written By: Unique Poetry....2012
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