For the flowers

November 30, 2009 § Leave a comment

She was given a bucket
Of flowers

She bowed her head
And smelled them
She smelled them
And burst into tears

Why, oh why are you crying
Beautiful girl

I can hear their stories
Stories that have
Never been told
Stories that have
Never been heard

But I am crying because
The man who
Cut them down
This morning
Had sad thoughts
And the flowers
Are also sad

His wife is dying
His children have left him
And the flowers
Who love him
He had to sell today

I am crying
For the man
But who will cry
For  the flowers
That are sold this day

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