Friday, March 24, 2023

My Friends The Flowers

When little flowers smile at me
I say Hello and I listen.
I heard one whisper, Where are you going?
So I sighed and replied,
Oh, just slowly walking Home,
I went to hear the musicians play
twas a lovely interlude in this day.
My friends the flowers watch me pass,
we wave farewell and travel on
here one moment, the next we're gone.

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