With Flowers Poem by Joyce Hemsley

With Flowers



The fact of growing old and dying
is always with us whate'er we do;
we may have fun and 'live it up',
travel away to territories new,
but in our silent thoughtful hours
when the joys of life are few;
we face the truth ~ the time is dawning
when the gift of living will be through;
and we must leave the folk we care for,
they will grieve when day is done;
evermore to tend the gravestone
with flowers for their dearest one.

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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