An old bee in retrospect among the fresh flowers?

['I had three chairs in my house; One for solitude, two for friendship and three for company.']-Henry David Thoreau

Is this the same old garden?
But a juvenile gardener
watches there
and variety of fragrant flowers!
I am just an old guest
with this tattered satin coat
and they do not pay any respect?
I remember the bygone days
How Roses were shivered
When I hummed and roamed around
And Daisies humbly worshiped
when my strong wings fluttered.
O the old age is sad & wearied
and nobody wants to pass a friendly smile
withered flowers too quiet and don't know why?
Anyway, I do not keep any grudges
That I can promise though you ignored?

nimal dunuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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