Red Roses

As dead roses are,

With stems bent like backs,

And colours lost in the air.

Once red with life, now brown

Petals are scattered like confetti

All around.

 

When you look at them,

You remember those days

When they swayed back and forth

Dancing with energy never seen before.

And you admire their young beauty

Which didn’t last long.

 

And now you see their strength

Fall down and break like fragile glass.

And the once coloured petals,

Now wilt in despair and our eyes

Look over them in pity,

As all hope is drained.

This is the real world.

Here our hearts stand as red roses.

Some young, some old,

Some weak and worn.

And as time passes,

We wilt just like the red roses.