The say
give him his flowers
during those April showers
before he gets too old
and loathes
the smell
of the young
rose.
They say,
give him his flowers
when the thunder
cracks,
the lightning whips,
and
the wind rips
his soul to blistering bits.
They say
give him his flowers
when the sun comes out
with it's hot quench
and
melts the fun
of all his summer dreams
and
he just can't believe
that when he was young
he really did
dream
but now
he licks
at
nothing
finding love
haunting.