The Rose

The Rose

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

We’d been together so long, it seemed
That nothing could tear us apart,
We lived our lives in a world of dreams
And Barbara lived in my heart,
But frost had covered the window pane
And then it began to snow,
As Barbara turned, with a look of pain
And said, ‘It’s best that you go.’

I didn’t know what she meant at first
As I looked up from my book,
“Go where?’ I questioned, but thought again
As she quelled my heart with a look.
‘I said I want you to leave,’ she cried,
And her face was set in stone,
‘We’ve come to the end of the path,’ she sighed,
‘I want to be left alone.’

Then suddenly all confusion reined
I didn’t know what to say,
Whatever had brought this mood on her,
I wished it would go away.
But she was firm, and she packed my things
And ushered me out the door,
I stood there shivering in the cold
To be back on my own once more.

I found a flat and I camped the night
There was barely a stick or chair,
I’d have to buy all the furniture
To make it a home in there.
But I sat and cried in the empty room
As the question came back, ‘Why?’
I’d loved her so and my heart was torn,
I thought I wanted to die.

I went to her with my questions, but
She slammed the door in my face,
Whatever love she had had for me
Had vanished, without a trace.
It hurt so much that she cut me off
With never so much as a sigh,
I called that all that I wanted was
To tell me the reason, why?

The roses had bloomed so late that year
Were still in the garden bed,
We’d always tended the bush with joy,
We both loved the colour red,
So I snipped one off as I left one day,
And planted it under her door,
To let her know that I loved her still
I didn’t know how to say more.

Her brother called in a week or so,
Said she was in hospital,
She’d gone in just for a minor cure
And thought that he’d better tell.
So I caught the bus and I went on down
With a quaking fear in my heart,
She hadn’t said there was something wrong
Before she tore us apart.

The doctor came in his long white coat,
His brow and his face was grim,
I said, ‘Don’t tell me the news is bad,’
He said, ‘I’m out on a limb.
Your wife just passed from the surgery,
But she pulled, from under her clothes,
And asked if I’d pass this on to you,’
In his hand was a red, red rose.

David Lewis Paget


© 2017 David Lewis Paget



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This kept my attention and made my heart sad for the guy. She loved him still too. Lovely.

Posted 9 Months Ago


I am so over-whelmed with emotion....it puts me in a cautious suspense of reading more....but, believe me I will.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great rhymes and structure. Beautifully written with emotion. Damn, I have to admit that I'm ever so slightly envious of your obvious talent.

"A Rose by any other name"

Damn good job, Sir!


Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I absolutely LOVE this! You're such an amazing writer!

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so sad, so beautiful.
not what i expected when i first started reading.

this is amazing and so painful.


Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A sad, lovely story...yet so tragic...

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW, tugged at my heart, so sad, and what I needed (interesting this would pop up for me to read before I logged on here to finish up some of my works) in few parts to read right now. As for this rose, I'll always be in bloom. 😉 Phenomenal, LOVED it!

Posted 10 Months Ago


A very sad story written my friend.
"Your wife just passed from the surgery,
But she pulled, from under her clothes,
And asked if I’d pass this on to you,’
In his hand was a red, red rose."
Sometime we mistake what love is. Love is staying together in the good and bad days. I liked the use of the rose. Thank you David for sharing the story.
Coyote



Posted 10 Months Ago


A bit of a tearjerker for sure. True to form, you give us a bit of a twist at the end. A lovely bittersweet tale of love.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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