Flowers

I see a pretty flower
swaying with a sigh.
I stopped and bent over,
giving a kiss and asked why.
She bowed her head shyly
with moisture in the eyes.
Then I plucked her up gently
and showered her with lies.

It really made me smile
when the tears are gone.
Like crawling a million miles;
Feeling the battle's won.
I kept her in a beautiful vase
made of fine china and gold.
It seemed such a waste
if I didn't have her to hold.

"Nothing lasts forever!" she cries,
a line for eternity true.
Ironic! For that line never dies,
and forever now I'm blue.
My flower's all wilted and dried,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Well, at least I tried,
as I plod on into dusk.