Poems From Inside Me

The Flower I Will Not Pick

The Orange Flower

As I walk a pathway I often take

I see a lovely familiar sight

Not a human being at all

It’s a flower glowing orange and bright

The stem is bent, a few petals dead

It so much reminds of young love

I wish I knew then what I now know

About that emotion I felt a long time ago

I knew this young woman pretty as anything could be

And I loved her and she loved me

Just the thought of her sent my soul flying free

But we were too young, and it was not meant to be

As I look down on this orange miracle

I wish I could give it sentient life

I wonder if I will meet a person just as beautiful

Who I could take to be my wife

Dwelling on the past will often bring

Thoughts of how she was to me just a thing

A flower that I wanted in a vase

To wither and to die for no real cause

Love doesn’t come around that much

And it is hard to make it grow

I wish so much I could revive this flower

In some small way make up for long ago

It would be nice to take this flower’s beauty

Act like plucking it was my duty

But in fact true love never works that way

Or at least that’s what the lovers say

You should not try to possess a living thing

Let it free, let it dance and sing

So many times I wanted to go back

Switch unto another tack

And so this flower lives and I walk on by

And day by day it fades away

I just have to let it live out it’s natural life

And try to keep away

June 9, 2014

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