Cut Me No Flowers I know it’s well-meant So I smile Thank You And say nothing at all.  Yet I see the cut flowers Gasping for breath In slow agony dying. They weep for the loss Of the seed-life within And all hope forever. In prolonged death trapped Without breeze or bee Or sweet earth to fall to. No! Kill me no flowers; Nor pot me a plant Committing my care. Give nothing with Life. I love it Too much.

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