Summer Rose - Poem by john wake
As the epilogues,
Eulogies are said by my colleagues,
You, my summer rose, flee;
As the autumn comes for me.
As they pile flowers,
I try find the power,
To lift you from the grave
But fading memories is all that heaven gave;
Laughing you her way
and as your life lay,
Your soul strayed away.
Summer rose ‘stay’,
Sing and play.
I wish for chirps, cracks;
For crickets and birds to come back
Alas! on my fours,
Lowered and lost. Now you are a file,
A certificate that you were here;
And when you left, I was left severely
Bruised and screwed;
As your dust drew.
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