My Last Poem Poem by Micah Thompson

Ah the Laughter. Must remind you of old times. After
all my hard work, you just point and laugh. This story
of a Rose Bush that I carefully nurtured back to life
time and time again. I should have just let it die,
but I always knew it had more beautiful blooms in it.
Should have let it die. Everyone knew but me. It was
never meant to be. My efforts not wasted! You will
always giggle at the memory, knowing you never liked
Roses anyway.