The Neglected Yellow Rose

High against the window sill
Growing and thriving as if tended still

Time has come and gone
And left the paint all cracked and dried

The windows are all broken
And the wind lows inside

Though unsightly and abused
The outside seems to be

The neglected yellow rose
Still blooms beautifully.

Old toys strewn about
tell of childish encounters galore

A place where once were fun times,
adventures and more…

Where did it all begin?
The ending I do mean

How did once a place so lively
become so gaunt and so lean?

It’s a story so familiar
as time races by

Left empty and unattended,
devastation takes a rise.

Perhaps the yellow rose
has a story it can tell

Of how it survived,
though left abandoned, yet does so well.

Drinking in the rain,
and the sun as it does shine

Living out its life,
one day at a time.