“Roses are fading”, you said.
I lent and smelt
But there was little scent.
In childhood I would
Collect from nature’s plentiful store
Acorns and conkers
But no Oaktree grew.
Now we two see fading flowers.
I think of lost hours
But speak not of them to you.
K Morris - Poet 
That last stanza, particuarly the last line, really makes the poem.
Thank you Liz. As always I really appreciate you taking the time to comment, and I’m delighted you like my poem.
You’re welcome, Kevin.
So beautiful , Kevin.
Thank you Vivienne