Flowers of Man
In a world
That promises
To take me alive
For years we lost tears
Sing a soft hymn for me
I’m the last one to die
So vital are these hours
There was a time I blossomed
Amongst flowers colorless
Enduring this mishandling
This absence of life
Has brought about
A crucial understanding
My most precious yet precise nights
Moments a strife
The timeliness of our departure
Has bound us a task due incomplete
The misfortune
That settles before my feet
The dust seemingly bothers me not
Memories equal days
I may or may not have forgot
From villages to standard living
We feel age
Then elder we become
A privilege
Decent to In
Comfort
Has brought about a day’s end
“Because we are flowers
We are promised expiration
But we live again”
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
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