The Joy(?) of Spring

A short poem about an annual task that brings smiles and aches.

Petals of purple, and yellow, and white,
as crocuses welcome the spring.
Soon will come daffodils, to my delight.
I love the rebirth they all bring.

Tulips and hyacinths, peonies too
will add to the rainbow of joy.
But that all reminds me of work I must do,
and alas, I'm no longer a boy.