Roses
Roses cover the graveIts an old man who has died
Beauty that was craved
Reflects the body thats inside
Its an old man who has died
Roses placed at his grave
Reflect the body thats inside
To age no longer a slave
Roses placed at his grave
Replace the old and tired flesh
To age no longer a slave
Please keep the roses fresh
Age would not allow
Beauty that was craved
Forever and for now
Roses cover the grave
Poetry by AL DAMORE
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Written on 2006-08-10 at 04:20
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