I Am An Old Flower Poem by Smoky Hoss

I am a flower,
born a long time ago,
now out of bloom
I have little beauty to show -
Once she plucked me with joy,
and loved me so true;
then between pages I faded,
as her happiness did too -
She took me out
one harsh cold day,
contemplating in tears
whether to keep, or throw me away -
My case I pleaded,
as best I could;
a flower has so few words,
none of them very good -
She, I believe, did her best
my soul's voice to hear;
it's not easy to listen
when the past is screaming, 'fear, fear, fear' -
No further talk will be heard
pleading my fate;
mine is only to hope, pray
and wait -
Still, I am an old flower
with much love yet to share.
Hold me again... feeling once more,
how deeply an old flower truly does care -