I'm 13 years old. He likes me, And he weeps as a result. He gets me roses, and he helps me grow. I'm 16 years old. He dates me, and he weeps as a result. He gets me roses, and he helps me grow. I'm 25 years old. He marries me, and weeps as a result. He gets me roses, and he helps me grow. I'm 30 years old. He parents with me, and weeps as a result. He gets me roses, and he helps me grow. I'm 60 years old. He buries me, and weeps as a result. He gets me roses, And he helps me grow #poem #poetry #flowers
