Ode to a dying rose

Your life is so short
just a few summer months
and in that time
you have thirsted beneath the burning sun
and bowed your head to the beating rain
For all your life you have been
slowly dying
decaying and fading
but in the torn lace
and fraying linen layers
of your now fragile petals
I still see your beauty.


Old roses never die


So many years were wasted searching for oblivion

walking with death at my side,

caring for nothing and no one,

but then you came

and took death’s place at my side

and I just kept going

on and on and on

though my body may fade and wither,

though my eyes cry and my heart falters

my spirit will always keep on going on,

old roses never die.


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