THE FLOWER
The flower - praise went to its petals ….
Don’t get proud now. It could happen
to you if you heard from a hundred
people: “Smells beautiful….” “Such
beautiful color .... Such perfect skin ….”
“Thank you for this perfect flower.
Two weeks later. It drooped. It faded.
Happens to flowers every time.
She saw her arms wrinkle. He saw
his muscles sag. Poets in a nursing
home - across the street from a high
school - get these thoughts every day.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018
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