Fallen Flowers
Gone are souls who always cared.
Gone are common memories shared.
Gone are loved ones old and young.
Gone are budding lives unsung
Announced by church bells too soon rung.
We all lament the friends we’ve lost
Once death’s threshold has been crossed.
Where graveside weeping willows embower,
We cry like them for fallen flowers.
Copyright © Steven Getz | Year Posted 2023
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