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[title] => THE BOUQUET
[time] => 2011-12-14 03:03:03
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[bodytext] => Life is like a fragrant bouquet. Delicate petals, start to drop away. Roots of such flowers, grow in shallow ground, Blessing our existence, where they are found! Life is like, a prevailing wind. Knows not where it goes, only where it’s been. It sweeps along, touching all it sees, Stealing echoed voices, of you and me! Life is like, a thorny bush rose. Spectacular vision, and favored in prose. Thorns mix with blood, when gloves aren’t worn, Then dropping dead, shriveled and forlorn. Life is like, a spectacular bloom, Whose perfume lofts, soon to meet it’s doom! It thinks not of, what tomorrow holds. And is ignorant of, the coming cold! Life can be like, a plastic bouquet. For eternity’s sake, it won’t pass away. But there is no odor, of fragrant perfume. When springtime comes, no fresh sweet bloom! In my lifetime, I may never be known, But I have touched some, mostly in my home! Before I’m laid, to my final rest, Put a fragrant bouquet, high up on my vest! Vanity of vanities, all is vanity! (Song Of Solomon, The Old Testament) [comments] => 0 [counter] => 96 [topic] => 21 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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