I never saw such a posy of carnations

A flush that shade rose to my cheeks

They were delivered each day at first

Before long it was every few weeks

 

Flowers are yesterday and I know it

Reality can cope without fine blooms

The mundane stuff is more important

Like securing a set of cheap rooms

 

Memories of those sprays sustain me

Even now I can smell that African lilly

But your hotbed of flowers is history

As I wash the dishes it seems silly

 

Flowers are yesterday and I know it

Reality can cope without fine blooms

The mundane stuff is more important

Like securing a set of cheap rooms

 

I keep a sole red rose pressed in a book

Once in a while I gently open it for a look

 

Flowers are yesterday and I know it

Reality can cope without fine blooms

The mundane stuff is more important

Like securing as set of cheap rooms