Sprightly beautiful flowers
That adorned just
Yesterday,
Today
Are lifeless, and must be
Tossed away.
Luscious meadows
Exchange greens for
Brittle browns;
They too shall go
The way of all living!
I see this humanity’s robe
That was velvety soft
Is but a leathery gown.
These windows of the soul
That once owned a glow,
Their luster has vanished away.
And my silvery crown,
Was once richly brown, but
Faded some time ago.
This rickety body, now
Accosted by frailty,
Yesterday
Was youthful,
Vibrant and strong.
These things gave me cause to ponder...
There is a time,
A purpose for everything;
For flowers, for grass,
And for the sons of men.
It is true flowers fade, and so the
Grass wilts and bodies decay.
O Man, know
That on earth
All living shall end.
And then know
That with death
Comes sorrow...
“O yes, dead... dead... and
Gone tomorrow!
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