Roses and Dreams

The rose has withered,

The petals are falling,

My life is ending.

Slowly each petal falls

The red drops splash upon the floor.

The dreams I held as a child-

are like the rose-

They have withered

And are falling away.

What will be left of the flower

Without it’s petals?

What will be left of the girl

without her petals?

What will be left of the person

without his dreams?

Are not the petals what makes the flowers?

Dreams, unfortunately, like petals

fall away as we age.

The dreams we once held as a child

no longer exist today.

They have fallen away like the petals

and now all we can be are stems.