There's A Rose At The Bending Of The Road Poem by floyd thomas

There's a rose at the bending of the road. everyone passing by seems to know, that little flower bed tells us all some one is dead. There's a rose at the bending of the road. Flaxen hair and eyes of blue, a young heart, so brave and true. Living life and having lots of fun. Thinking it was party time somehow he lost his mind. Now it's over, yes it's, it's all done. Sometimes as I pass by I see her. Trying so hard to keep the flowers in bloom. And deep inside I get a funny feeling. That back at home there is an empty room. Well it's for sure and it's for certain, if you want to stay alive? Just to keep your Mom from hurting, If your drinking? Please don't drive. There's a rose at the bending of the road.