Life blossoms
In whites and greens.
The yellow adds,
All the smiles you mean.
The ones which droop,
Have had their scoop.
A flavour,
Different than your.
Not this sweet
Not that sour.
The past tells a secret lies.
Recreation is a myth.
The one that passed,
Was beautiful when it lasts.
Now the new one’s think,
The expression of love
Cannot be a wink,
And the only way of fun,
Is to have a drink.
The yesterday’s keep the secret
Because the stories are stories,
And there’s no feed.
Watch the news ones bloom
Clad in layers
Creamy sprays
Hiding the self.
Masking the need.
Cheers to the new life
Joy to the new breed.
To all the should haves,
And to all the should be’s.