Death’s Resemblance Poem by Jordan Simon

JORDAN, like the way your using these words...nice poem

there is a season 4 everything, you are still in spring. you'll be in the summer of your life, when you're 40, and after that you'll 'fall, ' into the wonderful winter of your life, and find yourself sharing... your poetic sunshine with your old spouse & young grandchildren, who'll have the smell of fresh 'milk' still on their breathe, until you're 105 yrs old. Tomorrow, has my name on it-that's life! ! ! when one worries about the wrong thang yesterday... today doesn't do, what it had planned to do poetically...tomorrow. KEEP WRITING.

The message expressed is valid. I like this piece for it acutally makes me think and ponder on what it does mean to me. Good write. Rosemary