The Flower

Life is like a flower
first it grows
then blooms
then as the days go by
it begins to wilt
and die

Though some lives are cut short
as though the flower has been picked
It will stay beautiful for a while
but it is already dead
Then when the colours have faded
and the beauty is lost
the flower will be so
carelessly discarded

Thrown away as though
it no longer matters

Some lives are caught in photos
pictures or paintings
as a flower’s beauty is

But then photo’s become old
and gather dust
memories are forgotten
or lost within the years

Some flowers last along time
but some don’t
many pulled up
but some are arranged
many together for something
even more beautiful

Life is like a flower
first it grows
then blooms
then as the days go by
it begins to wilt
and die