A young fallen dishearten
father slowly plucked the
yellow rose from off
the bush to take to
his young son's grave,
to morn each day
for this young child
that was taken from
him so early, is more
than this man can take
only thing that keeps
him going is someday
they will meet again
up there in glory land,
until then he will place
a yellow rose on
this lonely grave
each day, until
the roses are all
gone.
Written 6-30-11
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