Monday, November 1, 2010

The Rose

I once saw a lonely Woman sitting in a park, the winter afternoon sun playing softly across her features. Looking at her lifeless face, I felt bad for her. I wanted her to feel better. So I went to her and offered her a rose. She looked at the rose, then at me and asked me why?

"Because you seemed lonely" i said smiling.

She took the rose and said "thank you for noticing." I could see her lips curving at the corners. She looked pretty when she smiled.

"But if you wanted to give me something why couldn’t you give me a friend?"

"A Friend?" I asked, thoughtfully. "Is that as precious as a rose?"

"A Friend" she said "Is like hundred roses everyday"

"Then i will give you a friend!" I said smiling. "Where can i find one..?"

She laughed. "It can very well be you." Then she smiled "If you want"

And since that day, i gave her more roses than anyone could ever count. And she gave me back even more.

What about you? How many roses have you given..?

Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs
~ Don McLean


Anamika said...

A profound thought put forth in a subtle way...I love your writing! :)

Anonymous Dreamer said...

Thanks moony. Here's to all the countless roses exchanged between us eh.. ^^