Mother’s Day (08/05/2016)

I won’t buy you flowers
Flowers die
But in these lines
To quote the Bard
Blossoms live perpetuallie
I can’t promise immortality
I’m not arrogant
I’m not God
Even poetry soaks through the floorboards
To irrelevancy.

Whichever zealot
Declared transience a sin
Was a lonely man.
To never buy flowers
Hours never wasted in frivolity
Is, in the end,
The real tragedy.

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