The Unsold Roses

Roses and roses everywhere

From the land of love for one and many to share

The vibrant red, satin pink, and gorgeous yellow

A white at the corner, which was so rare

Lovely, attractive, presented as crown,

And you know, the beauties come with a thorn

There is one for every occasion

A respect, pleasantry, even to a toast

I sparingly select, tie them to single and bunches

For every rose one picks, I have my hunches

For if today are roses yellow

Tomorrow will they come for bunches red

Everyone has their pick, but I haven’t seen

They go for the rare spotless whites

Why not pick me, they ask, the spotless whites

“They will”, I say “When they are tired of “likes”

Every day I witness the choice of colors

For’em it’s mere flowers, but I see changes in life

Somedays, I realize when one has missed the promises,

For … end of the day, I still have some “Unsold Roses”