I started as a seed
with nurturing i grow
Too soon i blossemed
Then moved away from my kind
Only to be snobbed and ignored by so many
left on a shelf to fade and wilt with time
Then the end came my days were over
Mourned by so few
And then forgotten
'WOE IS THE LIFE OF A FLOWER'
debbie gregory
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-life-13/
