Dead roses once vibrant and bright

Their petals droop and colour fades

Dead roses heading towards decay

A beauty lost in the spark of night

Dead roses once a symbol of desire

Once cherished and adored

Dead roses are now ignored

Just a reminder of times cruel fire

Dead roses with thorns still sharp

No longer a fragrance so sweet

Dead roses just thrown to the street

A reminder that all things depart

Dead roses totally forgotten a shift in mind

Out with the trash forgotten and lost

Dead roses now all covered in frost

No longer attractive just left behind

Dead roses are cleared to make way for a change

A new story to embrace your heart

Dead roses are no longer at the start

In the bin there’s no need to rearrange

Dead roses still have beauty to find

Of love that bloomed and passed

Dead roses with many a story meant to last

Thorns still sharp and entwined

Dead roses serve to heed

Beauty may fade like petals in the wind

Dead roses beauty lies deep within

Fragile like a delicate seed

Dead roses left to wither and decay

With beauty that fades but leaves a trace

Dead roses teach us a lesson with grace

That we must all find our own way