She was just a rambling rose
Who wandered where the cold wind blows,
searching with a hollow heart,
waiting for her life to start.
She never stayed for very long...
the pull that beckoned her too strong.
From place to place she wandered free,
sunk no roots on hill or lea.
A sorrow hid behind her eyes,
a wistfulness heard in her sighs.
If you didn't know, she’d seem aloof,
but the pain she bore was a hundred proof.
A moving target’s hard to hit...
and a rambling rose just can’t commit...
She wandered round from place to place
Presenting, yet, a happy face.
Time eroded the wall she’d built,
Turned cement to crumbling silt…
The petals of that rambling rose,
Wilted as the cold wind blows
She left this world with great relief,
Transcending, thus, her sad motif…
She faded into breaking dawn
To ramble in the great beyond.