The Last Few
The old, empty house just next door.
They say it’s gutted, pipes and all.
It’s boarded-up now sad ghostly,
The metamorphosis over a long period
Walking by one day I wonder at the wealth of
Roses by the front sidewalk
Life goes on
And I catch at the realization
Such a wealth of flowers,
Such beauty fronting the ugly old place
I smooth a petal with one finger, deep in thought
Oh yes, the last few will be searching
David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals. David is a member of Poetry Soup.