The flowers can't ramble

A winning smile and a lost lunch. Or just a long walk on a short peer group. Never gave in and never gave up. Stop at the stoop to chat and then ramble. Find my way, can't find my way, but I am not lost. I see the signs and wait in the lines (always the slow line). Dig the groovy new . . . . See the standard items! A good long time and then jump, both feet jumper. Could it all be worth it, is it my made up story or my realization that the 3rd act has no end? The flowers can't ramble. Lucky for me that the flowers can't ramble and me? I walk on by.