Dusty remnants of youth gone by,
Withered rose now looses her petals
Looking up in despair,
Hint of a wasted life,
Looking for roots in fertile earth
When all is sand and dust.
Searching for an oasis.
Somewhere roots can be laid anew
nourishment can be afforded,
Sun can smile.
She was never a rose to begin with.
Just a tired ol’ eggplant
Trying to find her way.
Thank you to jingle for this award
Thanks to Trisha for this award.