The flowers I liked yesterday,
Today have gone.
They were there yesterday,
And now there’s none.
I kept meaning to share them,
When they were here.
I meant to share them tomorrow,
Or next week, next month.
Those flowers gave me pleasure,
Purple and petty.
I wanted to share them with you,
Lest you forget me.
Yet the flowers are gone now,
Soon you’ll be too;
But I’ll have my whole life to regret
Not sharing them with you.