You Have My Permission

Why do you despise so much
These out-of-fashion
Artificial flowers
In our homes
With no gardens
And no flowerbeds
They fill our rooms
With color
We share,
With strangers
A building
With more than a hundred dwellings
The artificial flowers spare us the hardship
Of maintaining a garden
Or buying and replacing real ones,
That will wilt away in less than a day
You have my permission
To lay artificial flowers
On my grave