It came floating downstream, a bouquet someone did not want, it went floating by me, lovely as it was, roses, who wouldn’t want such a bunch, it surprised me, and I walked back to my home,disturbed in mind, sad, for someone somewhere would have felt the same today, I went inside and it struck me as odd, those roses seemed like my heart, didn’t it, didn’t I give it to you once, and what did you do with that, it all made sense now, it had to come back to me

A bouquet floating in water, a life passing by, all a dream, all so vain, 

Just not for me…