An old busy corner, a rainy dim night.
The two standing by a broken street light.
Would you buy one? She held a red rose.
A mom and her child, a cute little pose.
A tiny thin urchin, a rose in her hair.
She stared straight at me, brown eyes with a flair.

I purchased a rose and drove on my way.
I could not resist for I remembered the day.
I married my Rose, a rose every day.
A rose for her pillow, then one for her grave.
I drove back to see that funny sad stare.
To catch some red petals she placed in her hair.
I looked in the night and drove on and on.
A drizzly street bare, my ragamuffin gone.