Ash to a Rose

Written by: POETESS DARKLY

as we age it is time to reflect,
a moment in time but a tiny speck.
Looking back to see our value I suppose,
how fertile we were like ash to a rose.
If only we could our wisdom impart,
somehow stamp it on  a young one's heart
the value of wisdom you see,
when I was young it was unknown to me.
selfishly thinking I was invincible,
not grasping the basic principle.
That without the ash on a rose,
we can't appreciate the choices we chose.
We go on thinking selfishly,
no one is as smart as me.
What an arrogant existence that must be,
without the wisdom of the elderly.