Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death
Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death
No great fire, yet get the water hose
decayed words fall in ancient settled dust.
As they break under weight of new age prose
in modern shone light are we now to trust?
No riper fruit to be sweetly savored
classic poetry is now scorned as rust.
New age ink, tis now the new gem favored
ill winds destroy more with every huge gust.
Birds of Paradise show only dull gray
old vineyards no longer make treasured wine.
Sun illuminates brighter the long day,
bow to new masters and all will be fine.
If allowed, new-age will destroy the past.
With such broken foundations, what house can last?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2017
Sonnet( Do We Celebrate Ancient Red Rose's Well Earned Death?)
Nay say I, Fate controls death yet we control our souls and heart
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