A Solitary Rose

If life was made of roses, how big would you bouquet be? Would it be red for happiness or white for purity? Would you scatter them along life's path, so others could enjoy... Or clutch them to you selfishly, like a child with a cherished toy. I'd like to think my life has been not just mine alone... But that I've helped someone, somewhere, to cross a small milestone. I hope my life will always be like a beautiful bouquet... And I will scatter roses as I go along my way. So when I lie in sweet repose, someone will softly say.... "There lies a solitary rose, she gave the rest away".