A rose, a simple rose
Wilted and yellowed with age
Whose once soft petals smelled sweetly of love
But now have the smell of decay
A girl’s small hand once held the rose
But it was dropped at her first loves sweet kiss
This rose so long ago forgotten
Is now the one thing sorely missed
Why with the rights of men did women lose the imperativeness of purity?
Dear Children of a lost age,
Who told you?
Sincerely,
Hey Kid
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