In Vases

In vases all across the land
Red roses have the upper hand,
Presented, proudly, to the wives
Who share their husbands' beds and lives.

Most likely, such a posh bouquet 
Would not appear except the day
When special plans must be arranged
So Valentines might be exchanged.

The roses stand up tall and straight
Before succumbing to their fate 
For as the days drift by, they'll droop,
Their water turned to murky soup.

The vases will go back on shelves 
With nothing to amuse themselves 
Until this time next year rolls 'round 
When filled with roses they'll be found.