This is both mine, WrittenInStone, and kimalane21's poem. It was composed for the Poetry Pairs Contest - and it's the best of our work. I believe.
The Last Petal
One rose is life,
A petal one day,
Each moment one falls
until only one remains
Ten dozen roses,
the beginning of it all
each rose slowly withers,
and you pray the petals won't fall.
Each day you spare a glance,
until only one remains
the last but a meaningless symbol
of the minutes left to change
Alone in the dark,
your head in your hands,
you hear you day's ending song,
Sung woefully by the lark
It's such a mournful sound,
and death creeps in with the shadows,
for your to life each petal was bound,
and as the last one slips away,
You realize now -
that life once held a meaning,
and that meaning is lost
like the petal that lay on the ground.
