The same

Wilted flower,

Were you forgotten too?

Gone without water or sunlight

Left to crumple into dust

Waiting for someone to notice

But no-

No  one pays attention

They’ll stop and stare for a moment

With eyes full of pity but nothing of worth

As they watch your colors fade into grey

Chapped skin and decaying roots

So  much in common, but few notice

I sit here beside you hoping

What I would do for a piece of bread,

Or fresh water they pour out everyday

We are the same you and I

A poor man and a dead flower


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