I wandered through my 3 bed semi
Just outside the Ring Road
The afternoon sun peeps through dusty panes
highlighting a bitter truth once again
The daffs are finished, fading fast!
You have had them 2 weeks!
How long did you think they'd last?
Chuck them out! They're past
their best.
Into some fresh ones you should invest!
But no, you cling to these decaying bloom
Claiming beauty in their shrivelled form.
I must admit from a distance I see,
a blaze of yellow
atrophying
The bright colour their age denying,
They cling to the vase
their future denying
Soon to be cast out
not for pensioned retirement,
just to return to the soil from whence the came
To return perhaps as a Geran-
ium.
