The Ancient Rose

 





 

The Ancient Rose

 

There’s a great big hole where once the roses grew

That bloomed in this old garden many years

It’s time for change and we must start anew

 

Rust, rot and canker, dead wood and mildew

Their long dead planter would be left in tears

There’s a great big hole where once the roses grew

 

That gardener’s dreams of glory all came true

With blooms of fame until they cried for shears

It’s time for change and we must start anew

 

For nothing lasts for ever, flowers too

All things must pass before regrowth appears

There’s a great big hole where once the roses grew

 

each new shoot needs its own space to break through

for exhumation always follows fears

It’s time for change and we must start anew

 

In gardens there is always work to do

As new life waits until the old ground clears

There’s a great big hole where once the roses grew

It’s time for change and we must start anew

 

Martin Pickard

 

Martin Pickard started writing poetry in 2019 following his retirement from business after fifty years and lives with his wife and cocker spaniel in Bedfordshire. He was a runner up in the Parkinson’s Art Vivid Dreams poetry competition and is the host of their monthly open mic night, Poets with Parkinson’s.

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