She stared at the vase of flowers just ahead.
Wondering how long until they will be pronounced dead.
She knew in her mind that they won't ever last.
But her hear refused to give up on them so fast.
Day after day she'd see their petals fall.
She placed them back on the flower and left them nice and tall.
She couldn't bare to see such good things go to waste.
Why did they pick them? What was their haste?
But in the end she realized that all things come to an end.
So why do people like to ignore that and pretend?
Embrace the new things and soon you will see,
That there's more to life than sad that you can surely be.
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