Roses
Of
The
Past,
Bright
Blossoms
That
Could
Not
Last,
Cast
Away
With
Vague
Thoughts
Of
Future
Days,
But
Lost,
Never
To
Come
Again
In
Time’s
Relentless
Spin.
Oh,
Disloyal,
Unaware
Of
How
Faithful
Deep
It
Was
To
Care,
Distracted
By
A
Shimmering
Reflection,
A
False
Direction,
Precious
Love
Caught
In
Faded
Flowers
And
Uncounted
Hours.