Dead Flowers

              Dead Flowers

Dead flowers in the morning sun,

Dog shit on the garden path.

Yesterdays’ heroes don’t look

So super anymore.

You can buy a Hollywood smile

And the body to match;

But all the money in the world

Won’t save your soul.

Don’t look for miracles

In a world that’s lost its’ magic.

Don’t expect anything of anyone,

But always be prepared to be surprised.

Don’t surrender to cynicism.

Put those dead flowers in the compost bin.

Bury the dog shit.

Move on.