The Florist In The Sky Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Florist in the Sky

Take stat
Crazy; it is mad
Too many of actives
Die same age; in forties

Why is so?
What is this?

I heard it as a child
Repeated to friend
For his cause
He had lost a sister

"God is a florist."
He picks Good, leaving rest.

How many good people
Productive and active
Left this world when forty
More or Less

Forty seems the best age
For mankind and our God
Chooses them; Florist in sky
Takes away; makes bouquet

The names are too many
I avoid retelling but only
D. H. Lawrence; new to me
I found him on path of; Forster