A friend questions me and asks why and how
I would take the time to write my heart out
Take a pen and paper so my hands can scribble away
Searching for something for my poem to say
You see there is a vase of roses
Sitting on the table in the corner
One may wonder why I keep them there
But there�s a reason that I�m willing to share
They are inspiration and remind me so
Of the days I spent living my life low
But those times seem to bring
Peace to the paper- working as poetry
There was the day that came and went
When I got a job but it was spent
I showed up that day ready to work and learn
Got a vase full of roses the next day I returned
�Sorry� it read, �We can not use you�
�But here you go-roses in twos�
There on the table was a vase of roses
As red as was able-�Roses in twos�
Though the day went and left me so sad
It brings new times that make me glad
New poems to write inspired by those
�Roses in twos� that sit on my desk
