Edna Hay-Helps

(Leicester , UK)

Life (A Reflection)

The minutes pass like hours today,
As doubts and fears cloud my way,
Today, tomorrow seems to be
An even greater uncertainty.

And yet the roses bloom the same,
Their petals falling in stormy rain,
Sweet perfume lingering in the sultry air,
And tomorrow's rosebuds already there.

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