Aging to approach full bloom,
Is a blessing some may consider mixed.
Others may consider treasured memories reminisced,
As a collecting of experiences in a time to wish dismissed.
And yet life to process for those who witness it,
Often brings those unafraid to face with a seriousness...
What happens after full bloom comes?
With a withering done and noticed...
Speeding to an end from what slowly began,
From that which seemed in mid bloom...
To continue to do forever.
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