FLOWERS
Once, a flower was offered me I spurned it because I was young grace, beauty weren't activity naughtily I stuck out my tongue
Once, a flower was offered me I looked, in truth was so impressed freezing through inexperience budding salad remained - undressed
Once, a flower was offered me brazen, bold as any bright day modesty forbids the detail - I had snowball's chance to say nay
Once, a flower was offered me and it blossomed under my care perhaps I killed it by kindness suddenly, it's no longer there
Last, a flower is offered me eastern, most exotic of blooms a balm, a joy, a boon to my life brightening gloom with its heady perfumes ....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
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