The Cycle Of Life... Poem by Patricia Gale

Younger days of apple blossoms and nickel candy
Red rover, red rover oh won’t you come over
Fresh daisy’s in a field, he loves me he loves me not
Hide and seek and ring around the rosies
Ashes to ashes we all fall down

We sang the tunes as we played
Who knew with the years it would all return……..

Wishing that love would come to our door….. Children all grown… no time
Playing in our mind does he love me…. After all these years?
Losing our memories of where we place things…
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust we all fall and never rise up…….