I saw a dozen fresh roses,

beautifully made into a bouquet.

Twelve signs of love and promise,

just while I was on my way.

I saw a dozen fresh roses today.

They were surely meant to make someone’s day,

to share love and happiness,

but they only showed sadness.

I saw a dozen fresh roses today.

I saw a dozen fresh roses thrown away.

I paused exiting the bus,

people cramming by in a fuss.

The small trash can below.

Contained these flowers and a bow.

And all I could think of,

Was the rejection and loss,

associated with that toss.

I saw a dozen fresh roses today.

I saw the sign of love thrown away.