On the way

On the way to the christening

I lingered in peaceful woods

Free time of my own

Before that burden of family and friends

The flowers, my wilting liberty.

On the way to my home

I stop for a moments reverie

Spontaneous act; selfless or selfish,

For other’s gain, or mine?

The flowers, the surprise for my love

On the way from their marriage

We stopped for a moments revelry

Advantage of the sojourn from our lives

A moments wandering amongst nature

The flowers, a brief moment for ourselves.

On the way to my lover

I see the opportunistic token

I forget my course

My wife in my mind

The flowers, to appease the guilt of my adultery

On the way to the funeral

I did not want to face

The loss of my friend

A reminder of the triviality of death

The flowers, all I have left to offer.

An oppturnistic stop led to these flowers getting picked. I know why, but I leave it to you to guess the reason, or come up with your own.