The Last Rose of Summer

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Caring for such a beautiful delicacy takes commitment. Without it, it will undoubtedly die.

Submitted: September 26, 2016

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The last rose of summer died yesterday.

Its color faded, feelings withered, pedals falling at another man’s feet.

The fault is my own for picking it in the first place

But the way its thorns felt in my hand...it kept me from letting go.

 

It takes a smart man, and only a smart man, to keep a rose.

They need care and they need commitment and unfortunately for myself,

My heart severely outweighs my head.

This, the rose realized.

 

You see, roses are special, of that there is no doubt.

But just like other flowers, you don’t know how long it will live once picked.

And you may think that next summer, another rose will come about,

But I am the King of this sun-setting season and only that rose is my queen.


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