The Roses Are Dying


The roses are dying

Soon they'll crumble to dust

It comes like the regret of lying

Like thinking of the hearts crushed

The thrill recedes and fades

And then there's one tear

In the fabric with which life is made

Then wear replaces flair

The roses are dying

Soon they'll disappear

Just like life's greatest joys

Fade to bitter loss

Taking away life's initial gloss

The more they are cherished

The harder it hits when they perish