The Withered Flower Poem by Will B a Poet
The Withered Flower
What were you, as a bud
did you cause others to reminisce
on lost youth and growing old.
In full bloom did you turn heads
as yours waved seductively
in the breeze.
But that journey until now
has seen you ignored & shunned
your withered head now lowered.
What can you offer those who come to stare.
An example of the foolishness of vanity
or a hint of fragrance beyond sight
Where your true beauty lies.
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