A Single Rose(poem)

A single rose lies on the concrete steps.

A storm of people flood through the door,

In an ocean of feet shuffling quickly, 

The rose remains in the cacophony,

Unbothered. It sits in peace.

It is a melancholy sight,

The rose knows, at any moment

It will be crushed. It may be kicked down the steps

A child might notice, and cherish it,

Only for another to crush it beneath his heel,

Only as a joke, in a teasing manner, 

The rose knows this. And it waits.

It knows it shall get swept away by a janitor,

Or a gust of wind. It is beautiful, but only for a moment.

It knows this, yet it sits,

Ever so gracefully, with such poise and dignity

And I watch the single rose lying on the concrete steps.

As the crowd draws near to it, 

I watch the single rose,

I watch with bated breath.