Thought Notes

Flowers

The flowers that in the meadows grow
Are my souvenirs when I grow old
Oh, tides in the seas that the winds blow
I will have my pockets full of gold.

In the early morning I will sing
Till the dawn shines upon the rose bloom
And hum the wind by to the bee's wing
And sing once more till I see the moon.

I'll wait by the tree and watch clouds race
Till the breeze cools me by to a sleep
I'll 'wake at three and quicken my pace
To find a place where there're things to keep.

The day will be long and so does time
So smell the flowers before they're gone
Surf the tides but follow the shoreline
Take hold of faith before you get drowned.

A/N:
I wrote this poem for our school pub back in college. But stop right there! I'm not that old. You're overthinking.

I hope you know what the poem's all about.

It's about life: childhood, youth, and adulthood. It's simply a life's journey story.

I like it when I wrote poems that makes a reader thinks.

The flowers are actually the funeral flowers each of us will receive beside our coffins.

The playful words I used on the second stanza is about childhood.

The third stanza is about youth, waiting for something good to come along to his life, but inevitably finding his way to adulthood when he has to work to gain something worth living.

Pockets of gold means your reward for having a productive life. Flowers for souvenirs... well, you already know what that means. But it could also means the good memories you keep with the friends and family you have all the years of your life. After all, who will give you those flowers in the end... but them.

The last stanza is an advice, or a guide, so you won't have to regret anything in your life when your time is up.

I hope you enjoyed it. I don't usually tell the meanings of my poems like this one. My friends don't really know this until I told them. ☺