Bouquet of flowers in street

Bouquet of flowers in street , a reminder of me How beautiful were they when they bloom, How ugly are they when they gloom. Once someone's love now someone's trash. Once someone's faith now someone's crash. Bouquet of flowers in street , a reminder of me How people handle them with care, And how they throw it without any care. Once handed with love now crushed by feet. The feets of them will stink as they pass through my glee.