Author Samuel Hoffenstein You buy some flowers for your table; You tend them tenderly as you're able; You fetch them water from hither and thither ā What thanks do you get for it all? They wither. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments