Thoughts on meeting two plastic people

Here’s a flower for you my love
You must admit it’s bright
You’ll find it lasts for ever
Through the day and through the night.

It has no scent & cannot grow,
But it’s the best, that’s true
It’s made of plastic stuff you know
Of paper and of glue.

There are no more real hours
In the garden of our dreams,
So we nurture plastic flowers and
Our life’s not what it seems.

 Neal Lewer-Allen