I wandered through the restraunt
On each table a single white rose
I took a lift
And took a sniff
Feeling no sensation in the nose
On the piano today
Sits a full bouquet
And I attended next to this
Hoping On the grey morning
To steal that summer kiss
I bend and take a whiff
The pink bloom is strikingly pretty
But again no smell of bliss
My connection issue with humanity
That is much like this