Roses


Beautiful roses
with long stems,
cut down in your prime,
placed in an expensive vase
and set on the dinner table
to be admired in between bites of rich food,
only to be tossed away
like the daily newspaper
after a few eyes have gazed upon you,
replaced each morning,
like the stale coffee,
that sits, getting cold

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