Flowers Poem by Richard Betts

People we love are a lot like flowers,
And we are the gardeners who reside.
We get to choose which flowers
Are the centerpieces of our lives.

Some blossoms bloom,
But are quickly taken away.
Other flowers flourish,
And are fortunate enough to stay.

Some flowers live in bunches,
Others live one by one.
Some blossoms burst to life
And prefer the brilliance of the sun.

Some flowers grow in loving homes,
Others show up alone.
Some grow wild in the fields,
Some battle between stones.

Some flowers grow old and tired,
And quietly they fade away.
Others do not mind the twilight,
And prefer the coolness of the shade.

So surround yourself with many flowers,
And love them for what they are.
For flowers do not live forever;
The frost may not be too far.