Yesterday's Beauty
My clippers snipped on ruthlessly,
As if they were on their own.
I pondered on the short, sweet life
This once lovely rose had known.
Yesterday's blossom must give way
For one waiting in the womb.
She had held her head so proudly
As she offered her comely bloom.
While in the bud she had dreamed of how,
Her beauty would startle the world.
The bee and the butterfly were there
As her sweet fullness unfurled.
They were her only admirers
As she flirted and primped and preened.
Charlatans come to sip from her,
Her moment of glory demeaned.
Regretting the loveliness I had missed,
I held her gently for a while,
Then dropped her faded remains into
The swelling refuse pile.
So it can be with humans too,
We're each given one shining hour
In which to activate our dreams
And show the world our power.
That moment missed, our chance is gone,
We are slipping the downward way,
With no one to listen as we shout,
"You should have seen me yesterday."
Won 4th place
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