The Elderly Hold
The elderly are precious
Please let them know
Like a bud they have matured
Into a blossom to behold
Beware of the chill that folds the flower
It withdraws like the old
With a caress of warmth and tenderness
It'll unfold to become a Rose.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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