The Navy-Blue Rose

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The end result of love lost in youth.

Submitted: January 25, 2016

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Submitted: January 25, 2016



There was a guy in town

A real Dapper-Dan

And the elderly ladies

Wished that he was their man.

With suits made of Silk

And a bright Satin Sash;

At the Saturday-night Socials

He made quite a splash.


It is said, as a young man

The war took him from home,

Leaving his True Love

Waiting, alone.

And as the years passed

She married another,

He never forgave her

And her meddling mother.


Some say he still loved her,

That young woman he knew,

But she broke his young heart

And left him so blue.

What is her name?

Nobody knows,

Because she was from Texas

So he called her Rose.



This town's elderly "Player"

From his head to his toes

But what set him apart

Was his Navy-Blue Rose.

Against his black suit of Silk

And white Sash, as well;

Tucked ever so neatly

Into his Lapel.


His name was Beauregard Van'chet

But he went by just "Vance"

And the ladies would gossip

If he would ask one to dance.

At the Saturday-night Socials

Ball-room dance was king

Vance played piano

And sometimes he'd sing.


When he played the Blue-Danube

And the dancers passed by

They, ever so often,

Would see a tear in his eye.

And if they asked about it

He would say it wasn't so,

Just something in his eye;

So they let it go.




I wrote this today,

Vance was brought to my mind

When I passed by the graveyard

Only to find,

There on his gravestone

Was a Navy-Blue Rose

And how it got there,

Nobody knows.



JEF  --- 01-22-2016

© Copyright 2020 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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