Whata Rose Would Say On a Summer Day
I watch them.
They seem to all pass by so fast.
When will they stop and look at me,
to help or maybe just appreciate?
It seems that only yesterday
I was getting all their attention.
They gave me drink when I thirsted.
They gave me food when I hungered.
Now, they can’t be bothered?
I’m still here,
right where they left me;
to the side, but not out of sight.
Many of the others say it’s alright,
they’ll take notice and be back.
I hope so. I thirst and hunger.
I can feel myself drying
from lack of their attention.
Please come soon!
Either take care of me
or cut me loose,
maybe then you’ll appreciate me.
How would you like it
if you were left in the hot sun
and no one ever stopped to smell you
or even offer water?
Oh, wait! I see rain clouds
or are they just my dream
at a chance for tomorrow?
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