Dried Roses by OTB

DRIED ROSES
by: OTB

Do you remember?  It was spring.

Rented a rowboat.  Didn’t know how to row it.

I laughed when the oar fell in the water. You got wet trying to get it.

Every time we’d get going that oar would fall off.

Do you remember?

 

Red roses were growing on the banks of that lake.  Remember?

Oh, they were so beautiful. You vowed to get me a bouquet.

So you jumped in and swam to the other side. 

Every time I see those dried roses, I think of that day.  Please tell me you remember, honey.

Sorry…do I know you??

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