Soft Flowers

Soft flowers which bloomed so brightly
Have slowly withered and died
Shiver in Winter’s wind unsightly
How could they have survived
Summer Suns that shone so warmly
Are no longer there to shine
Upon a heart which holds forlornly
Fond memories sweet in time

His children laughing loudly
His wife’s loving hands caress
He made her aged and dowdy
As money slowly shrank to less
It drained away and vanished
Into a dark abyss
No longer could she manage
With a life that came to this

No longer did his touch
Fill her with desire
Flames which roared so much
Felt like a funeral pyre
His children looked unsure
As they wept with mother’s tears
Which beat upon a floor
That had worn out like the years

The husband who couldn’t support
His family, who couldn’t rely
On dream which couldn’t be brought
To fruition in my life
These friends I hold so dear
Were friends I couldn’t tell
Of my anguish and my fear
And of this living Hell

I became lonelier and colder
My respect I couldn’t find
I’m the broken down and older
Man I left behind
Life is not a fairy tale
It is not for empty dreams
Nor for the lost or frail
Who are sadder than they seem

Flowers which bloomed so brightly
Have now withered and died
My sentence was passed nightly
As I cried and cried and cried
The sun that shone so warmly
Is no longer there to shine
This coward’s exit has torn me
From these prizes rightly mine

Gifts, which life gave me
I fumbled in my grasp
‘Til the only thing to save me
Was the gift I could not ask
This gift of love, which came
From the hearts of you and I
Started sinking in my shame
And dying with my pride

Money is the root of evil
So the wise men say
But without it the upheaval
To keep these wolves at bay
It became too much to bear
It made me old and sick
Too bitter with despair
With wounds I could not lick

So, when the Winter blew
Harshly upon my heart
All alone I knew
It was time for me to part
Soft flowers blooming brightly
No longer looked as bright
Please hold my memory lightly
For I loved you with all my might

I felt shabby and so distant
With my dirty beggar’s bowl
Gifts accepted in an instant
Slowly destroyed my soul
I couldn’t be myself
So how could I be with you
It is not the weight of wealth
Rather pride in what we do