Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal
the flower of our heart

By Amy Lowell

This is a beautiful poem and more profound than
it would first appear to be. Life is a stream...
a small river which meanders in all directions...
the lack of control that happens with whims of
destiny...On which we strew Petal by petal the
flower of our heart...this seems to refer to
emotions that are spent throughout people's
lives, forgotten love, forgotten dreams which
drift away on the awry currents of the stream.
I believe it refers to only emotions that are
honorable, noble and good. The flower of our heart
is in fact a person's heart which throughout life
weakens with each beat, particularly in the throws
of sadness or regret.