This is not one of the flowers from my show but will be in my book.

You again back this morning looking still the same.
I wonder where my youth has gone and left me with this man.
You stumble in as if we’re friends, but your no friend of mine.
Just one more sad reminder of what is left behind.
I look at you so worn and torn.
From miles and miles of stress.
And here you are again my unwanted friend to face me once again.
You come this morning bringing gifts a smile to comfort me.
But underneath all that show your love for me is hate
I know your hate for me is strong you show it in each new line.
For on your face is what I am a man who’s time has gone.
I struggle to make contact, with your hateful eyes, that stare at me this morn.
Looking deep into my face reminding me each day, of the goals you set for me, when we were so young.
I see you settle on my eyes so tired from all the pain.
Of trudging through this world each day with out one moments rest!
I see the look that your showing me of hate and such contempt.
I know I’ve failed you a thousand times but this is what I am!
I reach inside to find a man who’s goal is set to stone.
But I am just a mortal man who’s fallen many times.
But because of this you look on me with such disgust it shames me to my core!
I see that I have failed to be the man… that I had hoped my life to be.
And you my hated inner self are there each day to curse me with your smile.
Your time and mine are soon to end I’ll settle for that prize.
For I know soon that you will no longer greet me in the morn.
With damning eyes that cut to my bone, reminding me that I am weak.
I’ll take that prize to my grave!
And cheer!
No more of you!
My mortal soul is lost for good…… along with you its hated twin.