Budding To Bloom Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Budding to bloom.
On a life vine to find,
For the younger ones much time.
To feel no urgency to get things done.
Since aging for them.
Seems a long boring process.
With so many moons and sunsets.
They have yet to see witnessed.
To appear and quickly,
Overnight reminisced.
As if to dream before they go.

The younger ones.
Budding to bloom think of noon.
To make room in their stomachs for lunch.
Spending time and fun munching.
On kid stuff not to mean that much.
Then one day a sunset approaches.
Noticed more is the color of it.
And that kid stuff to puff up goes.
Aging towards twilight,
Can suck.
And for those blessed to age know,
They are on a fast track speeding.
From a bud to a withering bloom.
In a process not rehearsed.
Or will ever be reversed.
To wish life blessed to get and live.
Had been taken more seriously.