Byrd Poem by Moth Harris

You offered me a flower,
I sadly said no.
We talked for an hour,
Now it's time to go.
The taste becomes sour,
the more that you know.

Take your beautiful petals, they'll serve someone else some good.
Remember my passion, my soul, my advice, if you would,
and don't you look back at little old me, or where I stood.

You have one thing, I lost long ago.
Hope in your heart, a beautiful heart to show.
So go on, forget me, just remember to believe,
in everything here, that you have seen.