Monday, May 7, 2012

The Trampled Flower

There lay the flower thrown in the heap of dust
Crushed and stamped which was once adored
But, now it's withered and lay bequeathed
There was a time when it was in those hands,
Clinged in the hair or it was lover's delight
Revered at the feet or prized as a possession
Admired & loved, Cherished & Idolized
It's not there any more, not any more
For it has lost it's charm, the fragrance
And the spirit which enamored all
For even though it loses it appeal & beauty,
The essence, it teaches shall echo in perpetuity
Such is the fate that it deserves,
Or Time,thou make a way to preserve...