Where the roses used to grow

Where the roses used to grow

 

Down there I used to see them
The people of the underground,
Where there was water all around them
And tiny little feet in the sand.

 

They used to be there when I listened
And told stories about the past
I used to sing to them in silence
And put the flowers in my hair.

 

But now the roses have been dying
And I’m too old now to sit down
There is no time to dream along of
Where the roses used to grow.

 

 

Reviews

[Jordan]

Heart wrenching.. but a wonderful read and it is wonderfully written. I love it. :) One of my favorite poems on here so far.