All-occasion flowers

Never did he tell me,
that life would be this way
Never did he promise,
that it'd not lead me astray

He gave me one and plenty,
of a big assorted bouquet
I looked and wondered how and why,
and to interpret of a way

For there was strength in Gladialas,
hanging together head up high,
and sadness in Carnations,
poofy from crying with a loud sigh

There was pride in all the daisies,
scattered here and there,
a reminder that we are not alone,
to each there is at least a pair

Then, there were the grand lilies,
of all colour, shape and size
They brought back nostalgic feelings,
those which I like and dispise

Yet, still I thanked the heavens,
for that which I had overcome,
and watched a bright narsissi
stand tall and admire the outcome

Statices represented
all the little things that matter,
and Convallirias reminded me
of every step I took upon life's ladder

And in the end I found meaning,
in roses standing out,
to show that love is all we have,
to keep us comfort, there's no doubt

And so the flowers all whithered,
and died in what seemed an instance
I stood and picked the petals,
fallen, lost of fragrance

And so I hated the memories,
conjured by the bouquet,
for all had come to perish,
someday memories will have to fray