He planted the rose bush for her
And he cared for it everyday
As the years went by it grew stronger
And more beautiful in every way
But he didn't age too well as the years told
And Alzheimer's robbed him of his mind
The rose bush grew wild as it got old
Until he died and there was a last rose so inclined.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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