Wilted rose rotting in the garden
Winters approaching the ground has hardened
It’s cold and wet and the wilted rose
stands bent over in a lazy pose
Her petals have turned dark and brown rotting, in that garden ground
That wilted rose is all alone
hunched by little garden stone
No one thinks that rose is pretty
Stands bent over in the city
All the cars go past the rose
Watching it as it doesn’t grow
Petal falling out a day at a time
Wondering if that rose could have been mine
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
Wilted rose rotting in the garden
Winters approaching the ground has hardened
It’s cold and wet and the wilted rose
stands bent over in a lazy pose
Her petals have turned dark and brown rotting, in that garden ground
That wilted rose is all alone
hunched by little garden stone
No one thinks that rose is pretty
Stands bent over in the city
All the cars go past the rose
Watching it as it doesn’t grow
Petal falling out a day at a time
Wondering if that rose could have been mine