Old Flower

there was a flower
that was rather
sour

he frowned a lot
at everything
he didn't care
that it was spring

he counted down
to the hour
time till winter
set him free

he liked
to live
below
the ground

a seed in dirt
purposeless
inert

he was a flower
that didn't know
the beauty it was
to grow and grow

tall and wise
and smart and cool
he was a flower
he was a fool

and then one day
to his surprise
he could no longer
be tall nor wise
but wilted
and hurt
and stomped
down in the dirt

until he was saved
by gentle hands
that proudly
place him
in a lovely vase
and he lived out his days
with dignity
and grace