It is this sad poem, The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore. ‘

Rewrite it in the same form, but more cheerful!

Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

Go the extra kilometer and put your re-written poem atom a happy photo.

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This Daily Create has been recycled from previously published ones:

#tdc2196 Make This Poem Better, More Fun, More Happy (Jan 13, 2018)

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