To a Common Flower

by Alexander L. Posey
Thy waxen blooms of yesterday
Today all wither and decay.
But, oh, so sweet a life is thine!
Never knowing ill words spoken,
Sorrow of a heart that's broken,
So full of days unlike to mine.

Thy waxen blooms of yesterday
Today all wither and decay.
But, oh, so sweet a life is thine!
Never knowing ill words spoken,
Sorrow of a heart that's broken,
So full of days unlike to mine.
Translation: 
Language: 
English
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

Post review

No reviews yet.

Report violation