
Thrown Away Rose
She found a home, she could call her own,
Nearly seventy years ago,
A place where she, could grow to be,
Everything, for which she was known,
Her beauty was, taken care of because,
As she blossomed she couldn’t be ignored,
And she brought much joy, to many a girl and boy,
Over the years she was adored,
Then the care that had been given, past many years of living,
Seemed to slowly disappear,
She was left all alone, at the house she called home,
Nobody even knew she was there,
Going by that old place, a smile came to my face,
As I saw through the bristle and briar,
One tiny red dot, fighting hard for the spot,
Just one last blooming desire,
I knew the story, of the beauty and glory,
This rose that was left all alone,
I had just the place, and I cleared the space,
I’m giving this “Thrown Away Rose” a new home.