Tribute to a Goldfish

Like red petals strewn on a white wave,They glow as dancing colors on an aquatic canvas.The painter's brush, a coward it may seem,Might eternally lack the courage to paint the yearsWe've lived in wonder and romance with their smiles;But a masterpiece we try to create

When we scar our minds with memories

Of goldfish.

Despite, the bristles of our art brushes appear more like

Whiskers on our fingers,

Leaving us handicapped in our ability

To paint our tribute to goldfish.

These red angels that swim to us

From ponds of heaven,

May not kiss our cheeks with unseen lips, like the

Silent angels that console us on our deathbeds;

Nevertheless, goldfishes bequeath to us

Those red graves on which roses grow.