People seem to pine for fabric roses.
Timeless petals that will never scatter.
Cold lifeless wire bent into dead poses.
If they are beautiful does it matter?
Replicas akin to reality
Giving sensations of satisfaction.
Complacent with this abnormality
Everyone buys into the transaction.
Challenges lie in authenticity
And time will mock everything beautiful.
Yet scars have a pleasing simplicity
And every spring flowers bloom plentiful.
A rose’s petals should wither away.
Impermanence beautifies the bouquet.